When I was a child, I distinctly remember searching for my shoes in my bedroom. It must of been the end of the long weekend, and I rarely wore shoes at home if I could help it (I rarely wear shoes at home now too – some things never change). I found one sandshoe, but the other one was lost.
This was a big problem, because I only had one pair of shoes, and one pair of gumboots, and you couldn’t wear gumboots to school.
Eventually we found my shoe, and big sighs of relief abounded, because shoes are important. I think I used to have dreams about being barefoot at school with people laughing at me. Related: I don’t have pretty feet.
I remember being astounded, as I got older, that some people had more than one pair of shoes. They had dress shoes even. Adults had lots of shoes? REALLY?
Now I have lots of shoes, and they’re pretty.
I’m writing more about my childhood and poverty over on Money Circle today, and why it feels like I’m rich today.
Read it here.
I read your post there and I thought it was absolutely beautiful reading. Thanks for sharing your story, I think more people should appreciate the rich life they have. It is not something to take for granted.
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