I like shoes. The above statement is to be taken in all seriousness. Shoes have always been beneficial to me. I'm not talking about those flimsy things with high heels that certain women - and men - spend extravagant amounts of cash on. I'm talking about regular, run-of-the-mill shoes. The kind of shoes that exude honesty, reliability, and comfort. When I go outside, be it to school or family outings, I like to go out with my steadfast sneakers. They're not too old, about a few months at most, and they still retain some resemblance to their original pristine whiteness. They insides are worn enough to fit my feet comfortably, with room for my toes to wiggle and occasionally boogie. When I walk or run in them, I know they will not suddenly fall off my feet or cause my ankle to twist in an undiginified and potentially dangerous manner. Even if the shoelaces get untied, those sneakers insist on staying on my feet, yet when I remove them, they glide off easily. Everyone has their pair of shoes. The kind of shoes that fit almost every occasion, the kind of shoes that demand an honorable mention when they have been worn too much and must be thrown away for fear of getting sharp objects stuck into them. These are the shoes that will lead mankind into the future if need be. When one wears comfortable shoes, one can walk for miles, wait for hours without worrying about suffocating tooties, and perhaps even look dazzling. Shoes. Love them. Wear them. But please, deodorize them after a long day. by Fannio.