Analysis Of The Gray Lebron 12s

I had great fondness for my gray Lebron 12s. I had anticipated receiving them for Christmas for two whole weeks prior of the holiday. I wore them through strenuous basketball practices, hooping on concrete courts throughout West Newton, and whenever I journed on the trail with friends. I even wore them to notable occasions like funerals or parties. They were always in immaculate condition, until March…
Accordingly, I was sitting on my soft bed 14 hours before the clock struck 12 to signify that Christmas was here. The main thing I wanted was the shoes I saw on Finish Line’s website, the gray Lebron 12s. I wrote it in bold and in red ink on the very top line of my Christmas list. As I laid down, I was very anxious with anticipation.
With a huge smile plastered on my face, I peered into the living room looking for a shoe box shaped gift. I waited there for ages until my family finally awoke and arrived downstairs. I tore open every gift that said “From Santa, To Christian” in a red and green label on it. Searching viscously for the shoes, I saved the prodigious gifts for the end. After opening all my gifts, I was a little despondent. The shoes were nowhere to be found. My mother yelled for me from one of the rooms upstairs. She said to me, “I just found this last one and I has your name on it!” I tore it open and there they were. The gray Lebron 12s inside of a high quality black shoe box. In a state of euphoria, I thanked her and went downstairs to present them to the rest of my family. I tried them on and they fit perfectly and felt prominent on my
They had incredible support and impeccable cushioning. I wore them when my family and I would go out to get nourishments, to go out to freelance, and in school. When they would become a little scuffed or unsanitary, I would take a rag and scour them off thoroughly to make them appear to be fresh out of the box. But one day, I made a bad decision. I wore them to the baseball fields on a somber day. Towards the back of the park is the fields that the older kids played games on. I saw my friends being sedentary in one of the pavilions. I rode over to them on my bike and sat down next to one of them on the old, brown bench. We were listening to music and talking about arbitrary things until one of them said that we should go in the pond. It was about 7:30 P.M. and it was getting dark out. The sun was setting on the horizon as he stepped into the brown, murky water that the ducks swam in. There is also turtles in that pond, but we did not know that back then. He hollered back at us, “Y'all got to do it too now!” Without hesitation, my friend and I hopped off the bench and walked into the water. It was frigid to start out, but after about two minutes it became warmer. With goosebumps down my arms, I had fun throwing a football back and forth in the water with them. I had to go because it was getting late and as soon as I stepped out it hit me. I had left my shoes on. I looked down and I saw my shoes go from