They have taken him everywhere... he has had them over a year and they are his first choice everyday. They have been to the beach, to the mountains and seen many days in our back yard. They were there when he learned how to ride his bike, and when he fell off it. They have seen hockey pucks, and kicked rocks, and jumped in puddles of water. They are covered in in his blood, sweat and tears.
I have tried to throw them out, and they always find their way back into our house. I have tried to buy new ones, but they just aren't the same. He calls them his "Church shoes" because someone has made a joke that they are "holy" They are so much more then a shoe... to him, they are comfort, and something that he loves. Someday he will outgrow them to the point that they hurt, and he will chose not to wear them, but for now, he can wear them as much as he wants... although, there might not be anything left of them soon...
He is always in them...
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