From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Tactile
The scratchy wool of my plaid skirt rubs against my knee-high socks as I flip through a magazine, trying to ignore the absolute absurdity of an ad asking if people want to **buy space on a park bench** like it’s some kind of elite real estate. I’ve got my hands full with a stack of cardboard Pogs, feeling the smooth wax coating and the heavy weight of my favorite brass slammer while "Take a Bow" drones on the radio. Everything is changing so fast, especially with everyone trippin' over the **information superhighway** and how it's gonna ruin us, but I’m more focused on the slick satin lining of my tiny backpack. I adjust my headband and sigh at the cost of things, wondering if I can even afford a movie ticket this weekend with gas prices climbing over a dollar.