There is nothing more precious then a chilhood dream...

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I was very young when I first fell in love with a pair of shoes...

My family and I lived on a small Caribbean Island called Aruba, and one day walking through the local “mall” with my mom shopping for groceries, we stumbled upon these sandals. Little red leather sandals, they had a strap, open toes, and a tiny heel. I was maybe five or six years old at the time so I had never had heels before in my life, but I always loved women in high heels. They just seem to look just like the Barbie dolls I used to play with and I would admire them for looking so beautiful, and tall, and grown, and elegant. These little red sandals gave me exactly that feeling, so I asked my poor mom so many times if I could pleeaassseee have these sandals that eventually we would go get them…


Since that day I would not go anywhere without them. With my opentoe red heeled sandals I would walk to school as if I was a little barbie woman and I loved it. I wanted to wear them with everything, and I did.  I wore them out till they would just fall apart out of pure erosion. And that was the end of the red sandals, but I never lost my love for shoes… Even today, everytime I find a exclusive pair of high heels, I still get that feeling of being a little barbie woman...