... my son is master of destroying shoes. *sigh* I can't even count how many shoes he's broken (or socks).
Latetest masterpiece:
Last friday they had a Unicef-walk challenge. (They challenge parents etc to pay money like 1 E/km, then they walk, get stickers of how many kilometers they walk and the money they collect is donated to UNICEF) Anyway to the story. Before the walk, he managed to kick his shoe to the school's roof. Then he walks six kilometers with only one shoe. The sock in shoeless foot was completly ruined, bottom was just one big hole. He gets to shoe back after the walk and manages to pull the lace so that it holes gets split and you can't get the lace on anymore. He comes home, shoes on bare feets, no lace in one shoe and feet hurting.
*sigh*
Want really angered my and my hubby is that, why did the teachers allow him walk without one shoe????! Never mind the charity, what if he had stepped on broken glass or something like that?
I'd definitely be complaining about them letting him walk with only one shoe -- something really wrong with that.
That's scary - nevere mind broken glass, there could have been anything out there. Bugs and other nasty stuf that can bite or sting.
Mind you - I think I had a shoe curse on holiday!
First day I put my sandals on, walk to my parents hotel, and then we walk up to the shopping centre to get some lunch. By the time I get to shops, my right sandal is hanging off and I'm limping with a huge blister forming... Cue buying new sandals immediately, after walking very carefully around the shops in my bare feet. Then I must have highkly surprised the shop assistant by handing her back the shoe box with the old, broken sandals in it.
Then the new sandals rubbed a little on the blister, which popped and made wearing those sandals difficult, so I ended up wearing flip flops. Until Dad persuaded me to buy some Crocs, which gave me another blister beacuse my foot feet got hot and sweaty. Which lead to me wearing socks and leather trainers for 2 days until all the blisters had gone!
How old is he?
I mean, I can totally imagine some of my guy friends when I was a kid thinking it would be really funny to walk the thing in only one shoe - and then being too 'manly' to stop when it started hurting. They'd have gone to great lengths to hide the fact they only had one shoe... standing in the middle of the crowd, ducking out of sight when teachers came by, that sort of thing.
I can see how the teachers should have noticed it and put a stop to it and all, but if there were lots of kids around, and one of them was determined to not be noticed... :ka:
How did he manage to kick it onto the roof in the first place!? :jg: Some sort of freak accident?
Kiwi kids are barefoot kids. It'd be odd for us to see kids walking in a sock, for sure. We'd be shoed or barefooted. No problem with either. Half-and-half is odd, though.
He's is 8. And how that shoe ended up on roof? Beats me. He said he kick it from his foot.
Ah yes, the ancient ninja martial art of "shoe-do"... I mastered it as a child myself.
I never kicked a shoe off onto a roof... That's a pretty good trick. Especially for an 8 year old! That's an awesome kick! Does he play soccer?
Weirdest thing I ever did with a shoe was this one time I got my foot stuck in a drain grate when I was twelve and the only way to get free was to sacrifice my sneaker. I had to reach through and untie it and let it fall.
My parents were mad... they were all like "You got your foot in with your shoe on, you couldn't get it out?" and thinking back on it, I prolly could have, but at the time, it seemed the most expeident way to get my foot free. :jg:
And when I lived in Austin, there was this one street where someone was always hanging shoes from the powerlines. Someone - the electric company maybe, would take them down and two or three days later, my bus would go down that street and there'd be a new pair up there. I always wondered about that.
That is some kick, indeed!
I don't really have any shoe stories, which is surprising because I loves the shoes. But my friend when I was 13 used to sleepwalk, and this one time her dad caught her wandering out the front door with her mum's oversized pumps on, and then on the way in she insisted on hanging them on the doorknob. If dreams are supposed to tell us about ourselves, then what does that mean? ;)
Yeah, I never quite got the whole shoe on the powerline thing... Maybe its some genetic marker left over from hunting and gathering days? "Let me prove my hunting prowess by taking down that powerline with my shoe bola!"
Or some way of marking territory? This is my street! See? My shoes are hanging in plain sight to let everyone know that I rule this land!
I don't know if its true or not, but someone once told me that the whole shoe-on-the-powerline was a gang related way of marking territory - that's where someone had been killed. :( Like I said, I don't know if its true or not, and even if it is, I think nowadays its devolved into whimsy and light-hearted good fun. Yay fun!
Well... I guess it could be. It wasn't a bad neighborhood, but it doesn't really have to be, does it?
Though I like the fun idea better. Someone just getting a kick out of befuddling bus passengers like me. ;)
Over here the shoes on the power lines is a way of indicating where you can buy drugs.
Our neighbour over the road would always make sure she had a pair hanging out. :(
Thankfully she's still in the lock - up until Christmas - so we have been drug and shoe on the power lines free for over 12 months now.
Where I grew up, shoes on the powerlines were a trademark of the bullies. They'd knock down the kids, sit on them while they ripped their shoes off, and then taunt them with them until the kids did what they wanted them to. If the kid agreed to whatever humiliating thing it was and agreed not to tell, they got their shoes back, until the next time. The ones who didn't were generally beaten pretty badly, and their shoes hung on the nearest powerline.
Not pretty or pleasant memories, certainly.
But shoe kicking was also a sport in my elementary school. The really good ones could kick a shoe clear over the building and hit the flagpole on top.