” A Pale Green Mermaid Blog “
A pair of ” Classic” forest green suede schools arrived at my front door. For 15 years my formative years I wore Dr Scholls sandals no socks summer, 3 pairs socks winter and if need be… a pair of converse sneakers graced my feet occasionally.
Around 28 the wooden platform shoes became harder and harder to find so I grudgingly gave them up.
Looking down at the box my now calloused feet jumped, I grabbed the box throwing packing here and there until a pair of wooded beauties lay before my eyes.
I slipped my foot into the shoe not unlike cinderella before the ball then the other and almost immediately I began to spin, twirl on my heels and click that wood together —it was as if my feet were laden with waiting memories.
The spin reminded me of slipping on the wooden slats of a bench 11 at night trying to get a better look at my first and only UFO, as I craned to see, it swooshed to just above my head and stepping back my wood scholl get caught in one of the slats…
The swirl reminded me of twirling around after hearing Bruce Springsteen- yes that B. Springsteen yell ” Get them out of here!” All you could hear were my scholls’ clomping erratically down the hall, he was quite volatile in those days pressure of BTR I suppose… Me and my two springsteen seeking cohorts vamoosed our way around the college until we managed to get to the Gym hoping that we wouldn’t be asked for tickets — we weren’!
And finally the click. Scholls’ wooden bases naturally hit each other so you could make a heil hitler click at a moments notice! I was reminded that whenever I and my friends got ourselves into a fix I would click the heels together and say ” There’s no plaace like home there’s no place like home” ala ruby shoes of Judy Garland,
I could bore you with more but I have to get out of the house and see what adventures I can scurry up!
Do something today that you did long ago and try to remember who you were and all that youthful exhuberance, it still comes in handy as the sun fades for our generation.