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An except from Twirling Naked in the Streets and No-One Noticed…
“You tried on ten pairs of socks every morning before deciding which pair you would wear” ~ Mom
I hate socks. I hate the way they feel on my feet, the way they bunch up in my shoes, and how the seams rub against my toes when I walk. Socks make me hot. When I’m overheated the first thing I need to do is rip them off—now.
To make matter worse my mother liked to buy thin nylon socks trimmed with lace. Not many materials irritate me more than scratchy lace. The thin nylon socks made my feet sweaty. My feet slid around inside my hard patent leather school shoes. They were not good shoes for a clumsy kindergartener.
When I finally found a pair of socks that I could wear, they usually did not match. Mom insisted…
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