From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Sound
The sax solo from "Careless Whisper" won't stop echoing through my Walkman headphones, nearly drowning out the hiss of the pumps as Dad grumbles about shelling out $1.12 a gallon just to get us to the mall. I’m just itching to get my hands on that new Nintendo at Sears; the graphics look totally bodacious compared to the grainy arcade junk. Between the roar of the Trans Am next to us and the muffled news on the radio about some guy named Meese, the world feels loud, fresh, and ready to explode. I pull my denim jacket collar up, blocking out the winter wind and humming along with George Michael.