In my memories...

Some people live in the future; worrying about tomorrow, planning ahead as far as they possibly can...
Others live in the now; living life up to it's fullest, enjoying each day as though it were their last.
I, on the other hand, live in the past.

I think it's absolutely amazing how one item can hold so many memories. You can pick up an object and feel sad, happy, proud and guilty all in one instant...

The other day I went into my closet and pulled out my old combat boots in preparation for the snowy weather. As soon as I pulled them out I was reminded of when I first bought them. I had seen them in the at a store in the Whitby Mall, and decided from that point on I simply needed to have a pair. I went home and started saving up. I scrubbed floors, did dishes, cleaned up dog poop... After 2 months I had enough to buy them, and I was positively elated! At $160 dollars it was my most expensive purchase ever! I wore them around with pride, knowing how hard I had worked for them.

The next thing I was reminded of was my very first Sinclair show in grade 9. We would get into costumes, don masks and climb up and down on a huge black tower! (Note that this is only the shortened description of the exciting things we did on that stage). I remembered how after rehearsals one of my cast mates would put on these large boots and tromp around like some sort of gothic elephant. For this reason alone, these boots always remind me of that first time I ever stepped out of my shell, and also the undying sense of unity and family I felt within that cast that I had never felt anywhere else before.

As I ran my boots under the warm water to clean off the dirt that was caked onto them, I recall how the dirt got there in the first place. It was a warm spring night and my parents had gone out on vacation for the weekend... A good friend of mine slept over, and before we went to bed we decided to walk over to the park. He donned my boots (so as not to get his new shoes dirty) and we trekked through the mud on the way to the park. Once there we cuddled under the stars and talked about life and all the other cliche things people talk about under the stars.

Even as these boots grow old and ragged, I don't plan on ever letting them go. Sure, these times have all past and are put behind me; people drift, time moves on and things change, but these memories are something I'll always have.
Even if I'm unsure of the now, and if I lose friends and if I am hurt;
I can wear these boots and remember the good times
I can feel your arms around me
I can laugh and smile
I can feel at home
I can be proud
And I can hope for more good memories in the future.

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OH MY SWEET LORD JESUS
THIS IS A CHEESE FESTTTT
I was trying to give it a personal, meaningful, feel but... failed to do so.
I think it's over the top and cheesy.
I need tips on how to make it less so.
Just kabosh the ending completely?