Kind of beat up, aren’t they?
I’ve had this sad pair of boots since 2001, when I was 11-years-old.
Until today, I kept these boots for nostalgic reasons. Amazingly enough, they do still fit me. But they haven’t been in decent condition for years and, honestly, I no longer find them very attractive.
But for some reason I still wanted to hold onto them. Analyzing it further, I think these boots were one of the few reminders I had left of the life I had as a child. We got them when I still lived in Missouri, my father was still alive, and I was for all intents and purposes still pretty clueless about the world.
All of that changed the following year when my parents split up, we moved to Ohio, and my dad was later diagnosed with lung cancer. 2002 was a really rough year, but 2001 was great. And these boots were a lovely reminder of 2001.
Today I decided to part with these shoes. I still have other, smaller reminders of my childhood. I have a whole box (the box itself is from childhood too — a gift from my church friends when I moved away) full of stuff from elementary school, church camp, etc. I’ll probably keep that box forever, but it’s easier to shelve than a pair of bulky boots.
So goodbye to you, old friends. I’ve enjoyed our time together, but that time has come to an end: