I treasure a lot of my things. Once, my mother bought me a tasty treat that I liked so much, I decided to save one to eat later. Every day I would look at it, wanting to eat it, but also wanting to save it. As time went by, I forgot about it. A month later, I looked in the refrigerator for the treat only to discover a horrible layer of mold had grown on it.

But not all things I have will go bad, but I might forget about them. But I wasn’t thinking about my moldy treat when my dad and I went out and bought running shoes for me. I was eager to use them.

Supposedly, I was supposed to keep them until school started, and wear my old sneakers during the summer, since I would have a lot of fun and possibly destroy my new shoes. So the shoes sat in the closet.

A week passed, and just like my treat, I almost forgot about it. But I came across it one day and was about to put them back, insisting on waiting, when my moldy treat suddenly flashed through my mind.

I put the shoes on.

Later, my dad agreed, and told me that as long as I wanted to, I could wear the shoes. It seemed reasonable to him. So now I’m wearing my shoes, and not saving them for twenty years later, where they might not grow mold, but they wouldn’t be much use either.