
It was not the proudest moment of my childhood when I had to walk up to my teacher in the middle of class and say, “I think I might be wearing someone else’s shoes.” In 1987 everyone in the second grade wore Eastland leather loafers. One day we had recess in the gym, but because we might scuff up the basketball court, we were told to take our shoes off before playing. Continue »
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