My most memorable possession as a child,
was a pair of clogs. Of course it had to be shoes!
They were red with a black stripe and were on
my feet all the time, day after day! Those clogs
had the courtesy of moulding to my feet. But
I also appreciated the fact that they were so
easy to put on; when you’re five, not having
laces in your shoes is clearly a bonus. I would
get up every morning and put those clogs on.
They were like gloves but for the feet. Once
my mother put them in the bin, but I went back
to rescue my favourite shoes, and started
wearing them again. Although they were deformed
and almost certainly smelly, they were still perfect
to me. I have photos of a five year old me wearing
those clogs. I look superb in my flowery skirt with a red
and white top, but the real honour came from my red clogs.
Today I decided to publish one of my first poems, what I like about this poem is that he reminds me of the simpler and easier days of childhood. Whithout judgements and when it was so easy to feel superb.