The Day My Shoes Got Tied
I remember the day when I first learned to tie my shoes.
I was alone in the house for a little bit because my mom went outside to talk to the neighbor. She had just finished giving me a tying lesson that did not end successfully. When she went outside, I grabbed my shoe and ran into the family room and sat down on the sofa. I was determined to tie that stupid lace. I was wearing my favorite striped shirt, possibly giving me the confidence to keep going. Having already thrown off my socks, I slipped on one shoe and tied its laces furiously, possibly figuring out every way to not do it. I don't remember how long it took me to finally get it, but I know that I made a decent indent in the carpet under that one spot.
All that I have to say about my reenactment is that I am very proud how accurate I could make it. My striped shirt, an absence of socks, and the flurry of knot tying motion is a picture that I have held in my head for a long time, and now it's real again.
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