My only memories from my childhood were some old Doc Martin boots. I made my friends with those boots and I made people laugh with the boots. I wore them and they were a sign of my dignity and my soul. The dirt and time wore them and they began to frey, like my dignity and my soul. And I took off the boots and wore the shoes all the other girls wear. Because I didn't care anymore and I lost someone special so why would it matter anymore?
I wouldn't.
