a local big time rodeo. Just for the occasion, my mom took me shopping and outfitted me in the best red with white fringe cowgirl skirt and vest to be found in the county. But the true object of my heart's desire was a pair of cowboy boots! Mom was certain 'those pointy toed boots would somehow cause my young feet to grow deformed.' This motherly concern left me to make due with some very unfashionable, yet sensible Buster Brown lace-up oxfords.
I don't remember much about my day at the rodeo, but I've never forgotten just how very badly I wanted those cowboy boots. The good news is that my feet grew and grew. They didn't stop until they reached a very healthy and non-deformed size 11 (which for most of my teens and 20's was a VERY difficult size to find).
Today my longing ended, at the ripe old age of 53, I am sporting my very first pair of cowboy boots. Just so Mom wouldn't worry too much (or maybe she was guiding my purchase from heaven) I chose a style with a slightly rounded toe. They are everything I have dreamed they would be!
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