When I was about 9 years old I had a pair of the cutest shoes in the world.
I was really into rainbows and hearts.
My shoes were VANS, all white with a rainbow across the front and a heart at the end of the rainbow.
Did I mention they were my favorite shoes?
One fine summer day in 1985 we were at Lake Powell on a summer vacation.
We had just finished hiking at a place called Hole in the Rock.
It is where the pioneers took apart their wagons and carried all their supplies down into the bottom of the Grand Canyon.
I was so hot since my brother and cousin Kris drank all the root beer my Dad carried to the top for us.
I was anxious to get into the water so I was throwing my shoes to my mom in the boat.
One of them hit the side railing and plopped into the water.
I started freaking out and my hero Dad (just like in the movies) ripped off his fanny pack (of course) and his sunglasses and dove in to save the shoe.
I was an unsuccessful but noble try.
Still today when we are at Lake Powell and we are crusing by Hole in the Rock I always ask my kids if they ever heard the story about my favorite shoes.
They are starting to roll their eyes now when I ask them.
Hilary and I were in Famous Footwear the other day and guess what I found …
3 comments:
How cool!
That is great! You better not take that pair down there to Lake Powell!
You and Hilary should have bought them to match!!
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