| Love Those Rubber Boots Man!! 32 |
Some rubber boot wearers write about wearing their boots for school but taking them off once they were in class. I think I might have done that when I was very young, 9 years old and younger, but once I was about 11 years old I wore them all the time as did most of the other boys. I can remember one or two boys taking them off then at the end of the day not being able to find them. They were usually found in the toilets full of piss. |
| Wearing boots in school |
I can remember wearing my boots on one occasion when I was 14 and we had a year meeting first thing in the morning which was held in the gym. Out-door shoes were not allowed in the gym in case they damaged the polished wood floor and everyone had to change into rubber gym shoes. I had forgotten to bring mine but thought that as my boots were rubber they would not mark the floor so would be acceptable. Unfortunately the gym teacher did not think so and made me stand-up in front of over 200 boys and take them off. He threw them into the corner of the gym making a joke about me dressing like a tramp. Everyone laughed. I then had to bend over in front of everyone as he used his slipper three times across my arse. |
I enjoyed getting the slipper in front of my friends but they then called me �tramp� all day as I continued to wear my boots. I didn�t wear them to school again until we�d had a heavy fall of snow and I knew that other boys in the school would be wearing their boots |
| The first Wellingtons I remember wearing belonged to our village blacksmith 50 years ago. They were size 12 adult size and I was 5 years old. I loved playing in them. My mother bought me a pair of wellingtons which I hated. They were black shiny ones and I wanted the macho mens ones, so I could turn the tops down. I was thirteen and still at school. As soon as I started work I bought a man-size pair and wore them everywhere as I lived in the countryside. |
| I moved to London in 1970 and rarely saw any boots except on building sites, where workmen wore lovely muddy boots I would love to have had. My father was a coach driver and took me with him on his coach one day with a fishing party. It was midwinter and snowed most of the day. We were asked to call in all the fishermen and someone suggested I went out in the snow and blew the whistle to call them in. I had no boots so someone loaned me theirs. I wanted to try a pair of waders but no-one would let me so I made do with a turned down pair. |
| Then one day I was in the city when there was a big hole in the road, and I saw, left by the roadside, a pair of waders. I went back, late in the evening, and they were still there, and I did the unthinkable, and stole them. From then on I have accumulated wellies and passed them on whenever someone needed them. I am now nearly 55 and have three pairs of wellingtons and a pair of waders, which I bought last year from Littlewoods catalogue for �25. My wife thinks I'm mad but I love my boots. |
| Would you steal someone else�s boots ? |
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