Hurts...like new shoes
I remember when I was in about class 3 and my father told me that he wore shoes for the first time when he went to high school...or at some point later in his life. I was amazed by that, then confused. I had always worn shoes and was not able to see how that could have been a possibility. I have grown since then, and I have somewhat seen the world around and beyond me. I have met different people that have greatness in them, whether or not they have shoes on. My fondest shoe memory was when my sister taught me how to wear them the "right way". I had a habit of wearing my shoes and then showing my sister that I had put them on all by myself. The problem though, was that I always wore them chikoleko* and I walked funny, plus it hurt. One time, she was tired of seeing me wear the shoes the wrong way so the knelt down next to me and said, "Look here!" Pointing at the shoes. "If it goes like this", moving her hand from left to right along the front of th...