when I was very small, barely remember, my parents raised several hundred and I remember them talking about the egg truck coming. My mom's favorite story is when I was about 3, I backed up to a full bucket of eggs, the rim of the bucket hit behind my knees and I plopped right down in the bucket, smashing all of the eggs! As a youngster my grandparents had broilers and my favorite job during butchering was to behead them by laying a broom handle on their heads while pulling on their feet!
Now at 47, that seems a little creepy but I loved to see them flop around and guess how far they would go! My DD recently got involved in showing chickens for 4H and egg production for her FFA SAE, now it's a growing fever at our house.