I've been here, there, and at that one place.

Here is at my house, the place I grew up in. I've sat in the hallway between my parents room and my own and found it incredibly easy to feel like I was seven years old again. I've been in the bathroom where, surprisingly, my sister and I have had some of our deepest conversations.I've walked in and out of the kitchen, which was remodeled, ridden of old cabinets and old memories. Finally in the safest place of all, I was in my own bed where there are enough pillows for three, maybe four, two blankets and Wumby, my monkey.

The there is at my boy friend Brendan's house. I climbed up and down his staircase, hoping my crutches would not give out on me. I sat on his bed with my broken leg doing homework while he danced around making me laugh. I was his queen and he my jester.

That one place is the park. A few caring friends, a few conspiracy theories, and a lot of laughs. The government is reading our thoughts, subliminally making us conform. Everything is going crazy and there is tension in the air. The 1% is mocking us from their yachts and private islands. We're crazy and young and have everything to question. Why not?