Dear Vans Shoes,
Thank you for being so dependable, my old friend. I remember as a child going to the Vans store at the end of summer to pick out a pair of new school shoes to carry me through the year. I can still smell the sent of rubber soles. I was first introduced when my skateboarding brother added them to his skater uniform of Thrasher shirts, tight rolled Levi's and of course black and white checkered classic slip on Vans.
I remember in junior high when I had a pair of green classic Vans while my best friend, Devon, had a bright yellow pair. Man, we were cool.
Currently, I own four pairs of Vans and consider them my comfortable shoe. They were the first pairs that I packed when I moved across the pond. There, they protected my footsies from the harsh, rainy London weather. I have had many adventures in Vans. Stomping around Disneyland, strolling the streets of Salt Lake City, riding a camel through the Atlas Mountains in Morocco, exploring the city of Reykjavik, Iceland and hustling the streets of New York City. So many memories!
When I see the familiar, easy to identify, waffle impressions anywhere, I feel a sense of joy that others are also reveling in the comfort of a good, dependable shoe. I even bought my niece two pairs of her first Vans when she turned one year old. A proud moment in deed.
I also plan to make them part of my groom's wedding attire so I hope he's on board with that.
*raises glass* To Vans!
Imprint in Iceland snow
Enjoying a camel ride through the Atlas Mountains
Susan "Off The Wall" B.
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