This morning, on the walk through my downtown Anchorage neighborhood to work, I was suddenly greeted by a small boy, about four years old. He came out of nowhere!
Through the chain-link fence he said, "Hello! What's your name?" I told him and then he propped his shoe up on his hand and told me to take a look at his "super-fast running shoes." They were the type that had odd-shaped soles with ridges through them to make them more aerodynamic or something. The kind he had reason to be proud of.
I was reminded of going to the mall with my dad when I was little to get him some new running shoes. A memory I forgot existed. It would take him forever to pick out the very best shoe, an important chore for a guy who grew up in the 50s and 60s when PF Flyers were guaranteed to make kids run their fastest and jump their highest. I pictured the boy and his dad at the shoe store weighing their options.
"But it rained this morning..." The boy told me.
"Does the rain make it more slippery?" I asked.
"No," the boy answered.
"Nice to meet you," I smiled.
"See ya!" He said.
Then I finished walking to work.
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