From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Tactile
The stiff, starched collar of my shirt chafes against my neck as I shuffle this deck of Rook cards, the slick coating catching on my calloused fingertips. My brother is bragging about John Bedell’s cycling wins, but all I can think about is the greasy sensation of oil on my palms from tinkering with that new motor engine. It costs a whole **$0.10** just to fill a canister with gas now, a price that makes me want to scream "take me out to the ball game" just to forget the expense. I run a thumb over the crinkly, translucent cellophane wrapper of my candy, marveling at how tech is changing everything while I dream of high speeds and heavy wool caps.