Narrative Essay

The Shoes I Worked For Every child grows up wanting something that they feel they can’t live without. No matter what that something is, it motivates the child to do whatever they have to do to get it. As a child, I have always been the type to take care of and keep every pair of shoes I get. The love I had for shoes was unexplainable and I often tended to go nuts if someone had worn them without asking. Still to this day I’m crazy about them and I have accepted the fact that I am a shoe fanatic. Every time I go shopping it’s a must I pick up a pair of shoes. When I was 13, I remember being mad at my mother because we went shopping but she wouldn’t buy me a pair of shoes. I remember it all like yesterday.
“Mom! Can you please buy me a pair of Nikes?” I asked. “No I just bought you a pair of shoes last week” she replied. “Please Mama I promise I want ask for any more shoes in a long time” I begged. “No Crystal and that’s my final answer. You have plenty shoes at home and half of them you have only worn once. Money doesn’t grow on trees, when you get a job then you could buy all the shoes you want. I no longer bothered to argue back because I could hear the seriousness in her voice. I know that if I had responded I would’ve been pushing it too far. So I didn’t ask for anything else the rest of that day and I stayed to myself. I tried to convince myself that I could get the shoes on my own, but I knew that wasn’t going to happen, if I was sitting on my butt all day. I came up with an idea to save all my money and it’s exactly what I did. I saved my lunch money and went days without eating. I was hungrier for the shoes then I actually was for food. I also came up with other ways to get money by helping my neighbor with her garden, helping my brother cut lawns, and helping him wash cars. After about two weeks I came up with enough of money and I was so ecstatic. Knowing for the first time I was going to pay for a pair of shoes kind of felt great. On my way