When I was in 6th grade, my language arts teacher was just amazing, and we went out on a walk— So we had a field trip where we were hiking along, and it was kind of drizzling, and each person was sort of dropped off on this trail somewhere, like under a tree or whatever, and they had a book that they had to write something down in. I got dropped off in this sort of overhang where the rocks were, so it was kind of a cave. Somebody must have done a little bit of camping there because there was some ash, so instead of with my pencil, writing, I was able to take the charcoal and do some little—and that’s always been a really special memory ‘cause it was just this totally awesome, you know, outdoor experience. Then after a while, who knows how long because we didn’t wear watches at that time—no phones, no—I mean, you know, you’re just there and you didn’t know when the person was coming back to pick you up, and it’s just raining so it’s silent mostly. You know, you just sort of here this little, and you’re just sitting under a rock just coloring with some charcoal. Anyway, that’s one of my favorite memory places.