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Unformatted text preview: toes refused to stretch in order to accommodate my round toes. My mother referred to the pointed toes of the boots as sharp enough to kill a cockroach in a corner, a saying I found delightfully perilous. Delicate yellow stitching crawled intricately over the well-worn leather gracing the threatening red with a kiss of femininity. However dainty the thin yellow lines they did not hold Nia back from our wild adventures in the thick woods behind my house. Stomping through crunchy, dry leaves she would jump creeks and scale trees with the slightest of ease, all the while protected by her impervious red boots. I followed enviously, my feet clad in lowly tennis shoes, brown from hours of playing outdoors. Nia eventually outgrew her mysterious boots and traded them in for flip-flops and soccer Whitehouse 2 cleats. Nevertheless the impressions left behind by those cherry-brown soles will forever illustrate the memories of my childhood best friend....
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This note was uploaded on 01/05/2012 for the course CRW 210 taught by Professor Staff during the Spring '11 term at University of North Carolina Wilmington.
- Spring '11