Personal Narrative: These Shoes

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These Shoes. These shoes have walked almost 1000 miles. Sounds almost impossible to say that, but it is true. But on our planet, I've waddled 100 miles in California to the Grand Canyon, then walked in volcanic heat in the Las Vegas strip. I've marched 200 miles into London, Paris, Florence, and Rome exploring a new continent on the other side of the world. I danced 50 miles each at every music festival since 2015, from Made in America in Philadelphia, to Panorama in New York City. I was entertained twice in 100 miles combined when I went to Disney World. I've walked nearly 200 miles of lengthy highway sized hallways from Sophomore all towards graduation. I got to jump 10 miles combine when I had the honor to DJ at parties from door to door. I worked 190 miles as a cart attendant at Target. I relaxed 100 miles combined on lengthy walks at Ocean City. I got to live my dream in 100 miles, and explored my favorite city in Seattle and the beautiful green state of Washington. Soon these same shoes will be in awe on the island country of Iceland in a couple of months. …show more content…

That means I would need just 237,900 more miles to walk from my house to the moon. Now I bet that 1000 miles doesn't seem as much to you anymore, right? That's because there are so much to explore on our planet. I'm still hungry for a plane ticket to Japan, Morocco, or Thailand. Somehow, somewhere, I will arrive in my next destination with these same shoes. As long as this pair have laces and soles, I'm still traveling with my blue

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