And when the sun danced across the field we marched around it. We obliged with the same intensity it instructed us. Powerfully across the marsh, though it seemed like a tug of war, full of anticipation I'd wonder who'd be the winner. The sun was starting to lose...no please..no!
My old sneakers once new, were my most power allies, my pride and joy, skipped in the precise moment I instructed. My sneakers that were my best friend as if I didn't have none, were due for one last tune up. My old sneakers savagely ran across one last time, against the wind as my heart palpitated. The sun struck my face and I was the most happiest child with my old sneakers.