Walkin' With My Daddy

     When I was little, shoes only came in two colors, brown or white, otherwise, they looked just the same.  I had white ones. They were kind of like boots because they went up past my ankle bones, and tied up the front with white laces.  They were kind of stiff, especially when they were new.

     One day, when I had shoes that were pretty new, Daddy asked me to go to the store with him. The store was less than a block away, across a street.  Daddy held my hand. I had to reach up high to hold his hand. He walked slowly because I didnt take very big steps.

     I watched his feet walking and saw that his brown shoes would bend in front of the shoelaces when he stepped.  I didnt walk like that. My shoes didnt bend when I walked. I thought that I would try to walk like Daddy.  It was hard to remember to bend my shoes, but I tried really hard, and was able to do it most of the time.  On the way home from the store, I was able to bend my shoes really well.

     Now I was a bigger girl because I walked like a big girl.