From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Tactile
I’m hunkered down on the rough wool rug, my fingers aching from tightening these tiny steel bolts on my new Erector Set crane. Pop is still grumbling about the **$0.06** he had to shell out for a measly loaf of bread this morning, but I’ve got *Peg o' My Heart* stuck in my head to drown out his lousy mood. My stiff high-collar shirt is scratching my neck something fierce, but I don’t mind once I feel the smooth, nickel-plated girders click into place. I’m going to build something sky-high before the sun sets on this humid August Monday.