Towards the end of middle school, about one mile away, was a brand-new, two-story Barnes and Nobles. My friends and I - most of whom were waiting to be picked up in a couple hours by our still-working parents - would often go there to engage in relatively "large scale" hide-and-seek. It was a lot of fun. As it turned out, our future high school was even closer to the place. Shennanigans in the store became a daily thing, and we became the bane of that place's existience. The whole outside seating area became a camp site of sorts for teens waiting to go home. Police began to frequent the area, often nabbing underage cigarette smokers. For about one week, they had some kind of annoying sonic deterrent device installed that would only be audible to young people - complaints forced them to remove it. Years later and the plaza has full-time rent-a-cops to keep the droves of teens in check.