From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Sight
The sun catches the blinding neon stripe on my windbreaker as I lean against the pump, grooving to "Down Under" blasting from the car's speakers. I hand my dad a crumpled ten, grumbling because **$1.19** a gallon is total highway robbery for a Sunday afternoon joyride. Everything looks vibrant and sharp, from the perms and thick shoulder pads passing by to the way the light hits my digital watch. It’s absolutely awesome how the world feels like it’s speeding up, just like the high-tech future everyone is whispering about.