July, 1996
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.