Author – Leon
When I was 14 My brother and I entered a ‘fancy dress’ competition which was organised as part of our towns celebrations of getting it’s charter in the middle ages. I was dressing as a safari white hunter. I had borrowed a wide brimmed hat and had painted a band of cloth to look like leopard skin and put it around the hat. I had a sand coloured safari jacket and shorts and knee length white socks, but I was stumped for shoes. I only had sandals and my old scruffy school shoes. After asking around I borrowed a pair of heavy dark brown brogues. The snag was that they were much too big. I put paper in the toes, but they were still difficult to walk in.
The day of the parade of entrants came and we all assembled. There were about forty entrants and we all had to parade round the local sports field. As most of the entrants were youngsters we were very well controlled by the stewards. As we were walking round the field I was having difficulty keeping the shoes on and when a girl behind me stepped on mt heel I just walked out of my shoe. In panic I tried to stop and retrieve it but a steward told me to get back in line and carry on! I wasn’t happy but I did walk on when the steward said he would get my shoe for me. I didn’t see him again! We were lined up and the judges examined us and asked us questions about our choice of costume. When they got to me one asked what was the significance of the one shoe, and I had to tell him that I had lost it. I went bright red and I felt something moving down below. I was awarded second prize and had to go up onto the improvised stage to collect my prize. I felt so embarrassed walking up onto the stage with one shoe missing in front of hundreds of people. When I came down I realised that I had a significant bulge in my shorts, which my brother found very amusing!!
After that I just wanted to lose a shoe again; it felt so exciting. And that is what started me on my shoe losing career, which is on-going.