Where you grew up, no, not just the Maine town, but the house, the structure in it.
Think of the direction the address guides the process of growing up, the actual home itself. If your family moved, relocated around a lot, you saw new places, had to adjust in different schools. It could have been a learning experience or one you regretted roots, a community you stay in and were a big part contributing to.
But the actual home may have stayed the one and only home because of choice, illness, a layout of a parent that kept you from moving to a bigger home. Sometimes older home bought that got rehabbed by the entire family pitching in to remodel, renovate. The home was part of the income, “job” and think of how Bob Vila handy the kids became knowing the business end of a crow bar, hammer or roof shingle nailer gun.
Or the move if one at all could have been from one to another neighborhood. Or from in town to the Maine country. The home itself had neighbors if in town and those kids you played with, learned from and shared with were buddies during the formative years. A different neighborhood would have meant a whole new set of other kids to help “shape you” and vice versa. One neighbor kid that would end up a career correctional center resident for stealing, building fires or other forms of mischief. That kid two homes down became an inventor, and it started with tinkering in the shop, garage. You remember him up late working on something mechanical in the garage summer evenings while you talked with Grandmother sipping lemonade on the front porch swing, remember? He works for NASA now.
A country kid became resourceful at fixing things..like the car, snowsled, mini bike to get to town or where there were other kids to play with. That same country kid might have been pretty adept at entertaining himself because only a handful of kids in the area. The country offering more wildlife, outdoor recreation but less social contact. But then again if the kid lived on a Maine farm, large family became the “kids” you played with, learned life lessons from on how to get along.
And on a Maine farm, you see your parents a lot more.
Like working with them, when they come in for meals at home, not heading out to a diner or drive thru. Everyone is always home.
So the Maine home you live in, where it is, the type it is makes a difference in the movie you starred in as a kid in your home town.
Had your parents installed a pool, or had a lake home, suddenly Jimmy and Jane were pretty popular with the other kids showing up with an extra towel, a bottle of HI C or Kool Aid.