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"
Dad
,
"
said
Douglas
,
"
it
’
s
hard
to
explain
.
"
Somehow
the
people
who
made
tennis
shoes
knew
what
boys
needed
and
wanted
.
They
put
marshmallows
and
coiled
springs
in
the
soles
and
they
wove
the
rest
out
of
grasses
bleached
and
fired
in
the
wilderness
.
Somewhere
deep
in
the
soft
loam
of
the
shoes
the
thin
hard
sinews
of
the
buck
deer
were
hidden
.
The
people
that
made
the
shoes
must
have
watched
a
lot
of
winds
blow
the
trees
and
a
lot
of
rivers
going
down
to
the
lakes
.
Whatever
it
was
,
it
was
in
the
shoes
,
and
it
was
summer
.
Douglas
tried
to
get
all
this
in
words
.
"
Yes
,
"
said
Father
,
"
but
what
’
s
wrong
with
last
year
’
s
sneakers
?
Why
can
’
t
you
dig
them
out
of
the
closet
?
"
Well
,
he
felt
sorry
for
boys
who
lived
in
California
where
they
wore
tennis
shoes
all
year
and
never
knew
what
it
was
to
get
winter
off
your
feet
,
peel
off
the
iron
leather
shoes
all
full
of
snow
and
rain
and
run
barefoot
for
a
day
and
then
lace
on
the
first
new
tennis
shoes
of
the
season
,
which
was
better
than
barefoot
.
The
magic
was
always
in
the
new
pair
of
shoes
.
The
magic
might
die
by
the
first
of
September
,
but
now
in
late
June
there
was
still
plenty
of
magic
,
and
shoes
like
these
could
jump
you
over
trees
and
rivers
and
houses
.
And
if
you
wanted
,
they
could
jump
you
over
fences
and
sidewalks
and
dogs
.
"
Don
’
t
you
see
?
"
said
Douglas
.
"
I
just
can
’
t
use
last
year
’
s
pair
.
"
For
last
year
’
s
pair
were
dead
inside
.
They
had
been
fine
when
he
started
them
out
,
last
year
.
But
by
the
end
of
summer
,
every
year
,
you
always
found
out
,
you
always
knew
,
you
couldn
’
t
really
jump
over
rivers
and
trees
and
houses
in
them
,
and
they
were
dead
.
But
this
was
a
new
year
,
and
he
felt
that
this
time
,
with
this
new
pair
of
shoes
,
he
could
do
anything
,
anything
at
all
.
They
walked
up
on
the
steps
to
their
house
.
"
Save
your
money
,
"
said
Dad
.
"
In
five
or
six
weeks
—
"
"
Summer
’
ll
be
over
!
"
Lights
out
,
with
Tom
asleep
,
Douglas
lay
watching
his
feet
,
far
away
down
there
at
the
end
of
the
bed
in
the
moonlight
,
free
of
the
heavy
iron
shoes
,
the
big
chunks
of
winter
fallen
away
from
them
.
