From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Sight
The sun bleeds into the neon mall signage as I adjust my collar, trying to match Rick Springfield’s look while "Jessie's Girl" blares from the record store speakers. My eyes are glued to the window display where those **He-Man and the Masters of the Universe** figures look totally radical under the strobe lights, though I’d never admit to wanting one out loud. Keeping it fresh in my new denim, I walk past a stack of newspapers screaming about tax votes and budget cuts that feel a million miles away. All that really matters is the glow of the arcade and whether I can scrounge enough quarters from the floor of my dad’s car to survive the afternoon.