July, 1996

Published: 2025-09-17 3:00 PM

Category: Short | Tags: memory, car, honda, wallflowers

I had never seen sideways door handles. My cousin Kristie's Civic felt like the coolest car I'd been in. I wanted it. I wanted to drive a car like it when I finally could drive myself.

A wire snaked out of the tape deck. I hadn't seen that either. We weren't limited to cassettes anymore. Now we could listen to One Headlight from the CD itself.

I wanted that, too. I craved the freedom represented by the Civic.