When I was six we moved from California to Alaska - from electric lights, cars, gas stations, swimming holes at the creek, washing machines - - to living on a small fishing boat, spending winters with the boat frozen in the bay, hunting for and fishing for our food, bears on the beaches, bathing in a big galvanized tub, washing clothes by hand, baking our own bread (well, our mother did that) and skiffs to row around the bay.
Things were very different in Alaska than they had been in California - much more primitive. But our parents were adventurous and so off we went. A family of five and the adventures we had in the 1950s, before Alaska was a state. Come along on our adventures - http://walkingtoalaska.blogspot.com/
I hope you enjoy your visit.