I was mostly raised in large suburban areas - outside of Cincinnati, then outside of Mobile. But we moved to a tiny town of 1200 when I was 12. I was the outsider. Those kids didn't know what to make of me. I dressed differently, was used to doing things and going places they'd never had the opportunity to do or go to; I was quite liberal in my political thinking and that was taboo there and then. I escaped into books all the time. I never had a curfew, my mom knew I liked to be home early enough to read before I went to bed. I was terrible at drinking (I always puked), and I was horrible at smoking pot (I always got paranoid). In a town where there was nothing to do but sex, drugs and rock and roll, I was the designated driver and caretaker. I dated 1 boy for a while - he was the only guy brave enough to date the outsider. Shockingly, I received the "Superflirt" award Senior year. I never tried to flirt. I think it's my eyes and my voice - I just look and sound like I'm flirting. During my Senior year, my dad was at home dying of lung cancer. I just mostly stayed home that year. I'd take a dagger to the chest before I'd ever go back to those years, but the 80s were cool. I had tall crispy hair. Lots of eye makeup, wore legwarmers often. Neon colored pumps.