Just a spoonful of sugar...

Movies like Mary Poppins remind me of the good ole days. Especially the "Step in Time" dance sequence aloft the rooftops with the chimney sweepers. Oh how I enjoyed this scene, I'd watch it over and over again, wondering how such maneuver’s could be done. Also wishing that I could do such on neat architectural rooftops, with my shoes that made tapping noises.

I think this is where my obsession with loud shoes originated. Ever since I was a child, whether a shoe made noise or not always influenced my decision. If the shoe made noise, of course I had to have them, but if they didn't I'd search until I found a pair that did. Others laughed at me, my mother was aggravated with my persistence to find such a shoe, but to me all that mattered was my love for that sound.

Even now, I enjoy the clanking of my heels on the pavement. Music to my ears.