When someone had to sit in a middle seat, you can bet that's where my car seat would be strapped. In fifth grade, when Clara Gomez stole my cookie from my lunchbox, I just shrugged and ate my carrot sticks. My nickname was Montanita, Little Mountain. Is this Spanish? I think so. Maybe the people in this story are sort of Latin American. Because I was never moved, never bothered, always calm, the Little Mountain.