It was a hot, sunny day in West Texas. My family and I chose to travel to the lake to do some swimming, fishing and grilling. I delighted in the days when we could escape town for a little time and appreciate the cool, crisp water against our sweat-soaked bodies. Even though the temperature was pushing 100 degrees I chose to wear my beloved leather clogs. My clogs were risqué, dark colored leather that coordinated practically all that I wore. These shoes were my life, and I wore them all over the place. Obviously, my clogs were my go to shoes to wear to the lake, since I should always look stylish. Once we got to the lake my sister Erica and I decided to head straight to the water. My dad took out his rod and reel in hopes of catching a monster …show more content…
There was a waterfall at the end that fell into the huge lake. My toes began to spasm from being curled down so long, and I felt my shoes slipping away. I began to panic, but before I got the chance to reach down and take my shoes to safety… one slipped off! I was horrified and screamed “My shoe!” My dad looked over to see what all the commotion was about. I hollered out once more “My shoe, my shoe!” confused my dad was now about knee deep in the water coming to my rescue. My mom who was once relaxed; was now at the shore of the water worried that I was hurt because of my screams. Then, the worst thing possible happened… My other shoe began to slip off. “No!”. I tried with all my might to hold my toes down into the bottom of my shoes, however, no luck. My second shoe was now floating away. How could this happen? Why me?! My dad saw the shoe making a beeline for the waterfall’s end therefore, he threw out his line in an attempt to catch my last …show more content…
No success. When I came back up my sister was laughing so hard from watching my dad attempting to “catch” my runaway shoe, she was in tears. I was annoyed at the fact she found this upsetting situation comical. I mean what could be so funny, I had lost both shoes! Now what was I going to wear home or for that case ever again? I slowly walked toward the shore and my mom met me half way, I was still hysterical. My dad got as close as he could to the waterfall’s edge to look and check whether he could possibly spare my day. He was still tossing down the line with hopes of catching a shoe. There I was heartbroken, wet, and barefoot. I felt like my whole world was slowly crashing down around me. Those were my favorite shoes; how could I be so foolish to wear them into moving water? My sister, still swimming around and enjoying the day simply made me feel furious. My parents set down beside me and were trying to console me. “I’ll buy you a new pair” said my dad, “Don’t
Surprisingly, our parents had beaten us to the top and we all stopped in awe, mesmerized by the great waterfall in front of us. My mouth felt like the Sahara desert. I vividly remember reaching for the chilling water bottle that hid underneath the tons of clothes stuffed in my father’s black backpack to quench my thirst. I took off my beaten down shoes and stinky socks covered in dirt from the trail and blood from the blisters on my feet and dove into the refreshing lake. After swimming through the lake for a few seconds, I abruptly jumped out of the freezing water. My toes turned into a blue that reminded me of the blueberry muffins from breakfast that morning. My body shivered as I exited the lake and threw on a warm towel over my shoulders. Gradually my body heat increased, escaping the risk of hypothermia. At that point, I just wanted to go home. My family and I gathered all our belongings and I dragged my energyless body into the large, gray shuttle. The shuttle smelled of sweat from previous passengers. It drove us down a rough, bumpy trail, causing my tall father to constantly slam his head on the roof of the car. After we finally got back to our hotel, we all let off a sigh of
He judged the distance to be about a mile from the lodge to the waterfall, and crept slowly past the spiders. Careful not to make a sound, he trudged only on the dry land whenever he could and had to take off his shoes sometimes to avoid a squelching sound. He almost reached the water when suddenly a spider changed direction and came for him. Losing all sense of sneakiness, he ran to the waterfall and hid behind it. Although he lost the spider, his clothes were drenched and he had lost his shoes during the run. Now that he’s made it to the actual waterfall, it's time to climb. Now as a child Jerry’s dad always made him practice climbing, in case he got trapped somewhere in the mountain and had to climb out. Those punishing practices left blisters and limbs that ached for days, and Jerry hated them. But now, faced with an life-or-death moment he was glad for having them. The only problem was the shoes being missing. The distance vertically from the bottom to the top of the waterfall was about a hundred feet, easily accessible for someone without a fear of heights and good climbing skills. But Jerry had two major liabilities; the absence of shoes and the mossy slippery stones. Then Jerry realized that his strength was waning as the cold of the water seeped into his bones. And so without a second thought, he began to climb. The toes and hands fighting for whatever room they had on the smooth rocks and moss. Jerry was about half way up when disaster struck. It was a particularly smooth section of the rock and when his right foot tried to gain purchase, the left foot slipped, causing Jerry to plummet. The sensation of falling was almost relieving to the exhausting climb, during which he was shivering. Right as he began wondering when the fall was going to end, he landed back first into the bog and slammed his left arm into a small piece of sharp rock. The pain
When you see this beautiful, comfortable, high-top black and white pair of sneakers, you see greatness. You can wear them in a suit, or play basketball games in them, or be like me, and just want them forever. The shoes are size 7, and weigh no more than three ounces. The stitching is so perfectly straight and pearly that it resembles models’ teeth. The laces are jet black like the eyes of a demon.
The weather was mild, but even then my toes and especially heels quickly became sore from the rough cement of the sidewalks. Multiple people stared at me, and one middle aged lady even asked, “Where are your shoes?!” I watched the sidewalks carefully, trying not to step on sharp pebbles or shards of glass. By the first night, my feet were sore, dirty and rough all over. I remedied this by washing them in warm water, which helped with the soreness and rough skin. On Tuesday, I rode my longboard to class, which was a bad decision. My left foot was able to ride, but every time I pushed with my right foot it scraped against the pavement. Later on, the weather was much colder, and it began to rain. At first, splashing through the puddles seemed fun, but as the day went on, my feet were chilled and could not warm up, even if I wrapped them in my dry coat during class. My bare feet also caused my pant legs to soak up water from the sidewalk and puddles. The third day of Barefoot Week was by far the worst. Walking to my early class in forty-four-degree weather on the wet sidewalk made my feet go numb before I had even made it halfway there. At this point, I regretted the decision to be barefoot. I wanted to turn back to my room and cheat by wearing some socks or boots just for the day, but my pride would not let me quit. After my class, I decided to spend the rest of the day in the relative warmth of my room,
There were two categories of shoes during the Elizabethan Era - those for the lower class and those for the upper class (Alchin,1). The lower class got shoes made of leather and the higher class got shoes made of silk or velvet. Shoes with heels weren’t invented till the end of the era but were only for the higher classed women. Shoes could be slipped on or fastened with ribbons or some kind of lace material. Like today, Shoes came in many different styles. They had boots for the working people, these shoes were made from either a wrinkled or smooth leather and mostly used for riding horse and walking long distances. Gamach and Buskins were high boot,maybe with a heel. Pumps and pinsons are slip on shoes,so are clogs but they are wooden (Alchin,Para.6). Some shoes weren’t bought waterproof so they were soaked in liquor with an little application of grease. Queen Elizabeth thought that would keep the working men’s feet dry. Queen Elizabeth,as a high class lady, laughed at the thought of fake furs and jewels. So of course hers were going to be made of real horse and sheep skin. She continued this trend for quite some time when many women,who could afford it, started doing the exact same
Once we were out of the dock my dad accelerated out into the lake to find a good location to water ski. Dad asked, “Are you ready to ski?”
It was a very cool day, overcast with a drip of rain here and there. Waves were vicious, water was as cold as the arctic, and my weak body was always being compared to a pencil. I began my swim as I attempted to avert the waves but, I seemed impossible. They kept pushing me back, yelling at me to go back to the beach, today is not your day. The waves, they swept me away with ease. I was a squirrel in a dog's mouth, a ragdoll, being tossed every which way. Tossed off balance underwater, I was baffled. My lungs whimpered for air, my body slowly drifting away. The aspect was blackening, the whole world spinning in circles, then, I felt weightless…
We arrived in Lake Oswego and as a group decided to head to a popular place known as barrels. Barrels is roughly 40 feet above the water. Lots of people were there and it was a fun time. After a few minutes of standing around, I decided to make the plunge. Slowly, I climbed on top of the railing and looked over the sparkling blue water below. Inside my head, I counted down from five and my feet left the earth and were gliding through the air rapidly towards the water. My feet hit the water and shock overcame my body. The icy water chilled me as I clawed to reach the surface. As I hit the surface of the water, I smiled. I had conquered the first jump and I knew I could survive twenty-five more feet.
My sweat soaked shirt was clinging to my throbbing sunburn, and the salty droplets scalded my tender skin. “I need this water,” I reminded myself when my head started to fill with terrifying thoughts of me passing out on this ledge. I had never been so relieved to see this glistening, blissful water. As inviting as the water looked, the heat wasn't the only thing making my head spin anymore. Not only was the drop a horrifying thought, but I could see the rocks through the surface of the water and couldn't push aside the repeating notion of my body bouncing off them when I hit the bottom. I needed to make the decision to jump, and fast. Standing at the top of the cliff, it was as if I could reach out and poke the searing sun. Sweat dripped from my forehead, down my nose, and on its way to my dry, cracked lips which I licked to find a salty droplet. My shirt, soaked with perspiration, was now on the ground as I debated my
With the creation of a new subculture, a glossary of jargons have been created to suit the ever-growing passion of sneakerheads. In the early 2000s, the sneaker vocabulary started to flourish as much as people’s interest in it grew ardently.
Immediately, I angled my position and went for a dead sprint toward the water. I jumped off the cliff. I never felt anything like it; the trajectory had me flying through the air for longer than I expected. A surge of adrenaline pulsed through my body, bringing a new sense of life to me. The scorching heat went away as gravity pulled my body toward the water, bringing me a pleasant breeze through my fall. Then, I finally hit the water. I didn’t stick a solid landing, as I went head first into the water. I panicked and opened my eyes under the murky water, only to see nothing but dirt and sediments float around me. I kept sinking and saw a monstrous fish swim right in front of my face. At that very moment, my body went into overdrive, and I managed to project myself back up to the surface.
lt comprised a wooden sole with a closed leather upper and was soled with irons (right) that extended the life of the shoe. This style of shoe provided a cheap and strong form of footwear and was worn over throughout the country at a time of huge industrial advancement. The changing methods of producing clogs and the woods employed reflect the transition from the pre-industrial to industrial age; from hand to machine made. Clogs were produced for different wet or dry work environments: mills, iron and steel and chemical works, workshops and factories, as well as for domestic
The feet incident is a form of dark humor, which includes a terrifying tale, but yet ironic situation that be can considered either funny or
It was finally time to swim. I finally came up with a plan and decided to swim in the deep side of the pool even though I didn’t know how to swim. I knew it would work but I was also scared. As I walked to the swimming pool, everyone laughed at me again for wearing a speedo. I dived into the deep side of the pool and noticed everyone was staring at me in amazement. Then I swam up and hung onto the side of the pool. Everyone was shocked and puzzled. Even the girl I liked looked surprised.
...estick thrown under the bleachers. Outside it was wet and smelled of spring. My father let go of me and adjusted his coat on his shoulders and I felt embarrassed.