Every summer, I went to California to visit my grandparents. My grandmother always bought me a pair of patent leather slides, a most precious possession. That year, I chose the white ones. Once I got home, I hurried to get settled in so I could run to my best friend's house to show her my amazing shoes. She opened the door, looked down and saw them. His response to the sight was to lift his foot, then press and grind the heel of his dirty boot on the top of one of my perfect, shiny white shoes. I looked at my foot and the shoe had deep, grimy scratches, the perfection gone forever. I was stunned, so horribly stunned, that I had no words to say, only a loud scream as I collapsed to the ground. She was sorry and seemed surprised by her own behavior. She sat next to me trying to comfort me. I kept asking her why but she wasn't having any