When I was a kid, my mom had this pair of boots. They were calf high, brown suede with two inch heels and brass rings up the front that laced them up. I loved those boots. I couldn’t wait until I was big enough to wear them myself. Of course, I was 7 so had a long way to go.
But before I could grow into them, my parents donated them to the dress up box at church. And then some little kid spoiled juice all over them and ruined them. I was distraught.
I’m still not over those boots.