When I was in kindergarten, I had a pair of really cool slip-on canvas loafers covered in assorted galaxies and stars. I wore them to death. I loved them dearly.
I went to the Boys & Girls Club after school one day and an irate black kid did not take to them so well.
“Those are house shoes”, he said. “You’re not supposed to wear them here. You wear those at home.”
In the moment, I continued to pace the floor staring at the ground, as I typically did when persons said things to me that made me feel uncomfortable and/or completely irrelevant to my life.
“Those are baby shoes,” he continued. “You too big to wear those out.” I muttered off-centered compliances to satisfy his insults and continued to stare at the floor. It was also in those days that I ate small candies off of the floor to my finding.
Unfortunately, I became a notorious floor snacker, no matter how inconspicuously I tried to grab a stray grape skittle. The five second rule was non-existent to me. I was five.
I eventually wore out the cosmos inspired slip-ons and my mother threw them out when they got holes in them. I suppose I was going to inevitably outgrow them anyway.
My time with the celestial footwear was bound to come to an end, as with all things in life.
I don’t know what became of the boy who had an inexplicable distaste for those shoes. However, as of today, I now have a recently purchased pair of canvas slip-ons that are palm tree inspired. They are covered in palm trees, these shoes, instead of spiral galaxies and miscellaneous space stuff.
These shoes, too, I love. In your face, irate kid. I’d wear those space kicks again if I had the opportunity. I don’t know what the young man is doing now days or what kind of shoes he wears. I’m guessing they’re not galaxy laden slip-ons. If they are,