Into the halls of WRMS a million times. On planes to different continents. Toward the rain and off into the sunsets, goes my shoes that are two sizes smaller for me but I insist I wear them.
The small patches of white and blue paint on the bottom from art class last year. And the bright red laces worn out. With a shimmery bandanna pattern on the side. And the inside, as plushy as could be.
Upon the hills of grass, and valleys of dirt, my shoes still hang in there without a doubt. Soon enough they will give up and start giving me blisters. But all I have to do is wear band aids on my heels.
Regarding any other shoe, I would choose my one-of-a-kind Sperry Top Siders for all my adventures to come.
