From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Sight
Pop! My chewing gum snaps as I crane my neck back, squinting through the glare at that daredevil Vilas circling the clouds in his gas-guzzling airboat. It’s a swell way to propose, I guess, but Dad’s too busy grumbling that **$0.15** for a gallon of fuel is highway robbery to notice the romance in the sky. I’d rather be back in the parlor tinkering with my new Erector Set than listening to him preach "deeds not words" while we fix this bike. Between the hum of that motor and the jaunty tune of *Peg o' My Heart* drifting from the neighbor's open window, the world feels like it’s finally picking up speed.