a step into nostalgia

This weekend's passing shower brought upon a wave of nostalgia. As I slipped off my Tretorn rain boots and my rain soaked socks after a long morning of errands, I was immediately brought back to the pair of Tretorn shoes I had growing up. These were far from cute, yet somehow I felt very stylish in them. I specifically remember wearing them to tennis camp where I received not first, not second, but third runner up in the final tournament. I cried the whole way home. Funny how the littlest things can jog your memory...