White Shoes - Present for my 9 th Birthday.
ANIMAL SLIPPERS - They were soft and fuzzy on the souls of my feet. I slowly but steadily climbed up the wooden mountain of stairs ahead of me. As I reached the top of the stairs I looked down at my brand new cow slippers. I was heading for bed, it was so exciting – the shoes were brand new! My mum had picked them out for me. They had big ears and a little tail on the end – they were amazing, wait till I told every one at school, they will be sooooo jealous! I kept on walking until I reach my bedroom door. I walked inside and climbed into bed after I had slipped off my slippers.
WORN SHOES – The shoes I wore when I was three, were as battered as any pair that had been dragged around London day after day. There was chewing gum stuck to the bottoms of them, which latched onto my sole like a white, disc shaped sea-anemone. The laces were snagged at the end where I had probably bit the plastic ring off with my small teeth, as everything was a new flavour at that age. The sides were stretched and frayed at intervals which were not always far apart. Caked in dust that the loud, frightening street cleaners couldn’t sweep and just left as a cloud of grey matter. You could hardly see the blue fabric underneath the grime.