A friend's recent entry sparked an old memory to surface and the significance of this memory is just so comical I couldn't believe I had filed it away. In junior high, we moved in with my grandmother as our new house was being built. We took few of our belongings with us as we wouldn't have been able to bring a family of seven's objects to my GaGa's immaculate house. We lived like that for nearly 6 months, I took the bus to school with the kids int he neighborhood that I did not know. I remember trying to act cool. One day, after school GaGa tells me to get in the car because we're going to run errands. I always liked going place with GaGa, she'd tell me stories about places we'd pass and she's always hum under her breathe at the stop lights. That day she took me to a sort of department store, a sort of Target back in the day. We shopped around and I followed looking at all the things not wondering once what we were doing. It was like that with her, just go with the flow no questions asked. We stopped in the shoe section right in front of a Keds display and she said to go choose what I liked. My eyes grew large. I still remember that feeling. After looking around for a while, I finally resolved myself to a pair of plain whites Keds. Remember, I wanted to be cool and to be cool when I was in junior high was to wear the plain white Keds. Somehow my grandmother had picked up on this. She always knew these kinds of things. We paid and went straight home. No other errands to run but to get my shoes. Looking back, I see how GaGa really helped my self esteem. She was amazing like that. That evening, I modeled my shoes for my sisters who were jealous but knew with GaGa their turn would come. She was always fair when it came to us five kids. That night, in my pajamas and my Keds, I prepared for bed. Brushed my teeth. Washed my face. And with my Keds on, I crawled into bed and admired them by the moonlight shining through the window. I fell asleep with the new Keds on my feet and awoke to my mother looking down at me with a puzzled look on her face. I'm not sure if my mom knew but I knew she would come in and watch us sleep and I'd lay there feeling safe that she was there. At the sight of seeing the Keds on my feet, she laughed to herself and unlaced them and let them fall to the floor. She pulled the blankets over my exposed feet and went to bed. When I saw the light go off in my parent's room, I sat up, put on my new Keds and re-laced them again. Took a moment to admire them and went right to sleep. The next morning when I awoke they were again unlaced and on the floor. Clearly, this was the moment my shoe obsession began. I think my mom knew something of it. She never said anything but whenever I wore my Keds, she would always look down at my feet and smile.