From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Tactile
I’m hunched in the backseat of the wagon, my thumb callous-hard against the gray plastic D-pad of my Game Boy as Milli Vanilli blares through the speakers. I can't help but groan when we pull into the station and Dad grumbles about shelling out **$1.12** a gallon, stalling our trip to the theater for the *Batman* matinee. My palms are sticky against the scratchy polyester seat covers, and this neon oversized tee is **totally** clinging to me in the humid June heat. It's a fly day for a movie, but I just want to sit in the cool dark and pretend I’m wearing a sleek rubber cowl instead of this stiff denim.