I have had many terrific (and not so terrific) childhood adventures in this one pair of brown sandals. I took them everywhere with me, from sloshing through our creek, trekking through the woods, marching through fields, running away from deranged cattle, rescuing my sister from yellow jackets, laughing, racing, and pretty much just living my life in those sandals.
A while ago those poor mud-caked brown sandals saw their last day, Those poor things had served me well. I lovingly chucked them away being truly grateful for all that they've brought me through, and decided it was time time to move on.
One of my friends gave me a pair of orange sneakers not so long ago, and from the very moment I laid eyes on those sneakers I fell in love with them, I could tell with every feeling of assurance that those sneakers would be my new best friend, they have carried me through ravines, ponds, islands, across our barn roof, across the
creek, and as they sit down in the basement awaiting our next adventure
together I wish many mud-cakes and grass stains for them, and just know
that someday those sneakers will carry their badges of adventure every
bit as proudly as my brown sandals do now.