The Story of a Shoe

My dearly, beloved Nikes had some issues awhile back.  A floppy sole.  I had every intention of hot gluing it back on, but never got around to it.  One day, while walking the dogs in the back yard, it was damaged beyond any hope of repair.  I know that I might be strange, well, we have all established that I'm strange already, but I get sad when I have to buy new shoes.  I like my old shoes.  Sometimes, I think about my shoes and the stories they could tell if they could.  

My Nike shoes were good, they fit, they were comfy, they went many places.  My Nike shoes carried me through Washington, D.C.  Through the streets where I am sure many famous people have walked.  My shoes took me in the US Capitol, and hurried me to the bathroom while we were in there and I had severe intestinal distress!  They walked me in front of the White House and through Arlington Cemetery.  They stood on the stairs while we watched the Changing of the Guard at the Tomb of  Unknown Soldier.  They walked me up to the Washington Monument, through the Library of Congress, and past the Supreme Court.

My kids at the WWII Memorial - we loved this memorial since my Grandad is a WWII veteran

My shoes also got me through Destin, Florida...along with my trusty flip flops :)  We had some great family times on vacation.  We went on a pirate cruise and saw dolphins, went to a zoo where Brad got in trouble for picking up a bird named Silver.  We ate a lot and laughed a lot.  

I also think about my shoes and how many times they have walked me into my Grandad's house for a visit.  I loved growing up in his house, all the good times, the laughs, and jokes that have been told in that house.  Grandad and Granny's house was a one room school house "way back in the day."  I think about the kids that ran around that house, just like we used to when we were kids, and like my kids today do. All the times we slid down the hill on a card board box. My shoes carry me to the places that make me remember the good times.  Although my Granny is gone, going in that house is still one of my favorite things, because I know that my Grandad's smiling face will be waiting for me!  

Before I toss my worn shoes into the trash, I wanted to give them one last shout out by doing this blog.  My Nikes were good to me and we made lots of memories together.  I am looking forward to making new memories and going new places with my new shoes!

Goodbye to my grey and pink Nike's - we had good times together!