| Love Those Rubber Boots Man !! 29 |
I remember one nice episode: During one of my long walks at a nearby city with my boots on, I met a boy. He was 14 like me. He was fishing on a pier and he noticed me and invited me to sit down. He asked me if I was a fisherman. I said 'no' then he asked me about my boots. I told him the truth. I was wearing boots without any reasons just because I loved them. He said to me 'you are a strange guy but I like your boots too'. We remained together on the pier to talk and we became friends then he said 'I will have a pair like yours. Can I try to put on your boots?'. 'Sure!' was my response. I was very excited and amazed. I might have a follower? I haven't meet anyone else who had my same passion except on the Web. Now I am 25. I live alone and I have a collection of boots at my home that I don't need to hide. I wear my boots whenever I can. |
I am 32 and have been collecting boots since I was only two when my mum bought me some lovely red wellingtons. I loved walking through the streets and countryside jumping in puddles. My mum used to tell me off as this got my trousers wet and muddy and she had to wash them. Now I can jump in the puddles all I want and there�s no one to tell me off. Is it just me or do you wish you could wear boots all the time instead of shoes. I fantasise about walking through the streets of Cardiff in my boots. Passed the books in WHSmith, the CDs in Our Price and the fruit and vegetables in Tesco. I tried asking my boss if I could wear boots to work but he said no. I also suggested a "Boot Day" last Comic Relief where every member of staff wears their boots to work. This wasn't a success. |
I once wore a pair of Bullseyes in a small town nearby in which I thought no-one would know me. It was a Saturday but was windy and wet so I did not look too out of place. I walked through a large pedestrian area with lots of people around then went into WHSmiths to buy a paper. It felt really good walking on their carpeted floor in wellies. So far no-one seemed to take any notice though I�m sure people must have noticed my boots. As I came out of the shop there were four lads, about 16-18 years old sitting on some seats nearby. One suddenly pointed at me and shouted �look at those fantastic wellies�. I didn�t know what to do. I wished I had stopped and talked to him to find out if he did really like my wellies or if he was just taking the piss but I just carried on walking at the same speed with my heart thumping inside my chest. I thought about the incident a lot and two weeks later, when the weather was wet again, I decided to go back to the same place but this time I just wore a plain black pair of wellies. I was hoping to see the lads again and I had decided that I would speak to them. I was going to ask them if they had ever worn wellies and tell them how much I enjoyed splashing in mud and water and the muddy places nearby that were fun for walking in. Unfortunately there was no sign of the lads and this time no-one took any notice. It was a real anti-climax. I wish that I had stopped and spoken to them the first time. |
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