I grew up in a small, rural town in a very large Catholic family. When I say 'very large', I mean gimungous. It is hard to explain just how big unless you can see it.
This is a picture (of a picture) of one of the family reunions, circa 2002. I am 48th from the left in an orange shirt. Not really. You can stop looking. I think the group grew by another 100 or so five years later at the 2007 reunion with new spouses and children. The Mayles (obviously) know how to reproduce. I heart my family.
Growing up, I didn't appreciate being in such a large family in such a small town. I was SO PROUD to be in our family (still am) but it is very difficult to function properly as a deliquent teenager when everyone knows everyone who knows you.
Truth be told, I think I would still have a difficult time living in that small town with such a large family. Every body would know your business. Even one's very functional business.