He waited for his parents while staring out the back window of the parked car. Dreaming of becoming older he imagined the things he would do; drive shiny trucks with pretty girls in the front seat, wear cut off T shirts and mirrored sunglasses while leaning his arm out the window, feel the breeze rustling through his hair. Everyone would look and he would beam back. Then his sister whacked him in the head with her Barbie bringing him back to the stifling heat of the back seat.
