My best Christmas recollection as a child actually began on summer vacation. I was about eight years old and my dad and I were walking through the tourist village where we were vacationing. I saw a pair of red, knit slippers with fake leather sole and Indian beads on top. They were those ugly slippers that were basically thick socks with a sole sewn on so you could walk outside. I repeat, ugly! When I saw them, I said to my dad, “I bet mom would like those,” thinking he would spend the eight dollars and get them for her. […]
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- Bob Barnes
- 2 Dec 2011
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