My mother had a knack for making anything sound good. Like telling me that raisins were candy.
I had to wear orthopedic shoes. They were expensive in those days. But my mother convinced me they were cute. I believed her — until I went to school.
When I got to school, I realized that everyone else wore cuter shoes than I did. I didn’t want to wear these clunky, ugly shoes. I wanted cute shoes! A loafer, with a penny!
But my parents were adamant. I had to wear the orthopedic shoes.
I cut the tongues out of those expensive, ugly shoes, figuring that way, I wouldn’t have to wear them anymore. How could I wear shoes with their tongues cut out?
I had to wear those tongueless shoes for a whole year!