I grew up in Aurora, Illinois. When I was in fifth grade, the coolest shoes to own were the Nike Air Force One's. (This was a year before the infamous song came out).
(Google tells me these are the prized Air Force One's we all longed to own---this was also the time before Nike Shox)
Seeing that I spent most of my elementary school life as the tall, skinny girl who refused to talk to anyone, I didn't have very many moments that I felt very "cool."
Then, one night, my parents took me shoe shopping. I found the much cheaper shoe called the Nike Ace '83. They fit all of my standards for shoes (that I still keep today)--cheap, plain, and comfy.
These are the shoes I picked---size 5.
And then, I went to school. I literally had a group of 5-6 guys around my feet talking about my shoes. "KELSEY, YOUR SHOES ARE AWESOME!" "KELSEY, ARE YOUR PARENTS RICH?" "KELSEY, WOWWWWW!"
I was so excited.
And then I was asked, "those ARE the new Air Force One's, right?"
To which I was like. "No! They are Ace 83's! Aren't they awesome?"
Collectively, they responded, "Oh, never mind."
Every time I buy a new pair of shoes, I find myself asking my husband what he thinks about them. I think I still hope that one day I will redeem myself.