When I was in 5th grade, my mom bought me six pairs of pompom socks. Now I have only three pairs left and I lost the rest when I was very young - in purple, blue and sky blue. They are dearer to me than diamonds.
Just when you were expected to be all grown up and walk into a big room, you go out in your pompom sock with a tear in your toe tucked safe inside your shoe like a secret that only you know - that in your mind, you never really have to grow up.
