I had taken a break from playing outside with my brother and was hiding in the closet under the stairs at my grandparents' house. Tucked inside was the greatest treasure my seven-year-old eyes had ever saw. My grandmother's high heels. Shoes I'd never saw on her feet were now adorning mine. My dirty little girl feet only took up about half the size 7 1/2 shoes, but I didn't care that the slingbacks weren't pressed against my ankles in a snug fit.
As much as I wanted to, I didn't dare clomp around the house in them. This wasn't the first time I'd worn them, but last week they had gotten me in trouble. They were her favorite and I would only tear them up. Instead I was given a pair that I didn't like as well to play in.
I can't remember the number of times that I sat in the closet with those shoes on my feet. Looking back now, I can't recall why they drew me in every time. They were simple. Taupe with a wood heel about two inches tall. They were peep-toes and the leather sported a cutout pattern that's back in style today.
After my grandmother moved from that house I never saw those shoes again. I was older and it had been a while since I had hid out in the closet with them. It doesn't matter that its been over 20 years since that day in the closet, I can clearly see those shoes in my mind. I wish I knew where they had went. It would be great to have those as a reminder of my grandmother.
Looking back at all the times I snuck in there to wear those shoes and all the times I settled for clunking around the house in the other pair, I understand now why Roxy has such a fascination with wearing Mommy's shoes around the house. It also explains a lot when it comes to the shoe collection I hoarded when I was single and living alone.
This prompt was written in response to the Red Writing Hood prompt, "Shoes."