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Being sold was the greatest thing that ever happened to me, finally freedom! Moved from my usual spot in the counter onto the sales counter was about the farthest I ever went into Sketchers. Until I felt me being picked up and tried on for the very first time. No doubt the foot inside of me was to small for my shoe size , but I was taken to the register and bought .
It was a long journey from San Antonio all the way to Del Rio back in 2004, but It was worth the waiting. Finally out of my box and into a closet! Surrounded by white tennis shoes I felt like a freak , since I was black and pink. While the other shoes were designed for comfort , I was designed for active wear . Months passed and there I was in the same spot I was brought to in the first place , never moved. After what seemed forever I was at last worn to a strange place called Del Rio Middle School. I was used more often I started getting older , my pink straps were tearing and the black leather was getting cracked . So there I was back onto the closet and in the dark …. dusting up .Years passed until I ever worn again this time it was when my owner was in high school and her feet were to big for my size. I was size six and her foot was size seven and a half. Imagine m reaction when I saw her enormous foot coming for me! :0 It was scary! We went outside and into the mud running, running without stopping . Everyday I was used for running , two months and a half to be precise. Generally used for what I was made for .I can not imagine how her huge foot fit inside , but being her favorite running shoes I had to bear it. Just the idea of being a favorite was great , I could live with that .We were alike in many ways active, designed for running , and long lasting .
Until of course that day came ,that day every old, wrinkled , dirty full of mud shoe , has to go through… being replaced. Because I was so small for her foot , I needed to be thrown away .The day those Oh! So new Nike shoes came into the closet I was thrown out. Donated to the bethel Center to be sold for good .Assume getting thrown out in a bag with a bunch of toys and old clothes. I was dumped in an unknown place waiting to be sold again.
Being sold was the greatest thing that ever happened to me--finally freedom! Moving from my usual spot on the shelf to the sales counter was about the farthest I had ever gone in Sketchers. That was until I felt myself being picked up and tried on for the very first time. No doubt the foot inside of me was too small, but I was taken to the register and bought.