I had a red pair of All Stars when I was 8 or 9. I was cool for about 10 minutes and then every kid at Schwegler Elementary started obsessing over some guy named Michael Jordan and I was left in the dust of grade school fashion.
Painful, childhood memories aside, fast forward to 2009 when I bought my first pair of adult-sized All Stars. A “discontinued style” marked down for quick sale, I grew to love my spur-of-the-moment shoe purchase.
Now, over a year later, our days are numbered. The soles are bare, the canvas has faded and just yesterday I noticed my sock was showing through a split in the side.
Now, I only wish I’d bought two pair when I had the chance.