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These Boots Were Made For Walking

My boyfriend gave me some army boots. You know military issue thick rubber pump you up and you may never see your foot again kind. Not because I'm in the army but because he thought they were nice boots and our town had just received 60 inches of snow over the last couple of weeks. They certainly came in handy whilst elbow deep digging our way to the car and he was right, they are nice boots but they're heavy. Each time I lift my foot it's like training with five pound dumbbells strapped to my ankles. However, these are not the boots that inspired me to write this memoir. The boots that inspired this memoir are light weight; leather and fur, laces and straps, sexy and wild all in a shoe. They kick, stomp and Meeeooow!

Naturally being used to my light weight boots; I noticed a slight tingle in my muscles a day after training with the combat vessels. When I said that I was sore from my boots allowed, our good friend looked down and saw the heavy shoes. He said,

"Oh yeah those look ruff; I thought you meant from just your regular boots." Well, I've never been a girly girl. Never cared much about what others thought of my fashion sense. Honestly, I've never taken very good care of my clothesI just don't get attached to many of them but this comment struck me strangely. Regular bootsthese boots, my goes with everything,' stands up to the weather and still looks hot' boots were not; they were never just regular boots. These boots that earned me so many jealous eyebrows when displayed beneath my little black dress at that concert a while back. The boots that kept me warm while stranded in the freezing rain after a terrible date and walked me three miles home, in a tiny skirt, fueled with anger and disappointment and they still looked good.

They have carried the weight of all of my trials; my mistakes and my successes. They pressed the gas pedal when I left home; they smashed his favorite picture when I caught him cheating. They're the boots that led me to you; when you complimented me on them at our first encounter. They even landed me a job once; no, these are not just regular boots. These boots; my short skirt long jacket' trudge me through the storm boots were more than that. Maybe I got them half price at the outlet store just outside of town; but these boots weren't made for walking. They were made for me.

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