What's A "Wonderwall" Anyway?

In the summer between third and fourth grade, I went to a day camp called Explorer III somewhere near Washington, D.C. Doing so meant taking a bus to and from a centralized drop off location, which meant a whirlwind tour through the complicated social dynamics of where to sit on the bus. I (improbably, if you’d known me then) somehow worked my way to the back of the bus with the cool kids, which meant singing popular radio hits at the top of our lungs on the ride home. Many different songs were attempted, but the only one everyone seemed to know was “Shout” by Tears for Fears. It didn’t really matter what the song was about, we sang it loudly — at least until the bus driver told us to pipe down. It was the coolest I’d ever felt in my life to that point.

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