Thinking place: I grew up in sunny dusty Tucson AZ. That said, I played outside every chance I had. My "thinking place" was an extra large dog kennel my mom had tucked under one of the evergreens and forgotten about. I'd sit in there, surrounded by the scent of pine sap and the buzzing of calm friendly bees and read, or write poems, or just daydream.
"trouble"
Her name was Trinity. She hated every single thing about me. I never really was sure why. She was stuck up slightly more upper class then my family (not hard since we lived in a trailer) and very thin. I was bubbly, the first girl in my group to "develop", and innocent. She gave me heck from 1st year jr. high through my Junior year of High School.