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My father Boots

Little girls love to play with their mom high heels. The high looks scary and exiting for those little girls. Me, instead, I would rather to use my dad´s boots. They are big and heavy. They are brown and dirty. Ordinary people cannot see the special of his boots, my boots. The sound of the boots hitting the ground is the indisputable signal that my father has arrived home. That sound means that I finally can hug my dad after a long day without him. After giving me a hug, he takes off his boots. And then we enjoy a delicious dinner. Every day he does the same. After dinner, I slipped away and play with my father´s boots. I can do anything or be anyone with those boots. I can climb the highest mountain, walk thorough the most dangerous jungle, be a brave astronaut who jumps in the moon, be a soldier or my dad´s favorite I can be an engineer. When I was little wearing the boots took away all my strength. My little arms had to help my legs just to walk one step. I did not care. I love to wear my boots, no matter how exhausted I ended after wearing it. Instead my dad walks with naturalness. He makes it looks so easy. My father does everything looks son easy. I was so small and the boots were so big. I was just a baby and my father was a hero. Sometimes the pair off by itself. My foot was too petty to handle the boots. I love his boots. At the beginning, I did not understand why my father´s boot was so heavy. For me walk was even painful. He explained to me that the steal of the toes protects him from danger. It instead of land me it motivated my imagination.  My hero had a shield in his foot.  Sometimes he does not take off his boots so we dance together. He takes my hand I take his hand. I put my foot on his foot and we dance at the compass of our hearts. We dance as we were just one person. Then I grow up. I grow up and the boots started to fit me. With the time, I become too big to climb into my dad´s foot. Now we dance in a different way, without his boots. Now we dance like the ordinary people, the same one that does not understand why my dad´s boots are special. The boots started to fit me, as well the responsibilities started to chase me. Now my hero is far away, and I am following his big boots footprints.

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