Shoes

On one of are many terror trip, we went to Mexico. I don't remember how long are trip was, but what I do remember is that I some how lost my shoes. For two days I hid the fact that I didn't have my shoes because of course I knew what was at the end waiting for me. When I finally told my parents that my shoes were somewhere in Mexico. I got my beating alright, and on top of that my dad took me to Payless Shoe Store and he pick out my new pair of shoes. I think he picked out the ugliest pair of shoes he could find, he knew I would hate wearing them, and on top of that I would be made fun of at school for these pair of shoes. Oh how I hated them. Funny I don't remember any of my shoes that I had as a kid except for those. To this day I think some one in Mexico stole my shoes, we were far from rich but that's not how the Mexican people saw us.