These Boots

When I was about 8 I had these boots - they were the coolest thing in the world, I wanted to wear them all the time. My mother HATED these boots. They weren't practical - they had highish heels and no tread. Cool boots.

I went to this private school that was up on a hill, there was a playground around the school, and half way down the hill was another playground. They kept the smaller kids on the upper playground and the older kids on the lower. At the very bottom of the hill was a fire station. In the winter sometimes the firemen would spray the lower playground and make it into a skating rink. Very cool.

One day I snuck the boots to school in my bag so that I could skate around on the ice. At school I changed from my lame safe boots into my bad-ass cool boots and my friend Cathy and I started skating round, pushing each other and generally being kids on ice.

I fell on my head and started bleeding - a lot! I was totally scared. If my mother found out that I fell because I was wearing the forbidden boots, she would kick my ass - a big fan of spankings my mother. I couldn't get to my boots because they were inside the school. I made Cathy trade boots with me so that my mother wouldn't ever know. I was so clever!

In the nurses office they called my mother. I was so proud of my cleverness. My mother walked in the door and said "WHOSE BOOTS ARE YOU WEARING?" *sigh* busted. I never considered she would notice that I wasn't wearing my own boots! Stupid kid.

I got in so much trouble that day. But I do have a cool eyebrow scar because my punishment for wearing the forbidden boots was that I didn't get to have stitches.