As one of six children with a sensible mother who never bought anything but brown sandals for all her offspring I was pleased to be able to choose all my son’s shoes until he was of an age to complain and insist on trainers. My sister and I took him to Kensington High Street and spent a cheerful afternoon deciding on this model, with its decorative little train and smart gingham trim. As I trip over his vast Converse on my way to the bathroom every morning these days I’m glad I still have Joshua’s first shoe. It’s a daily reminder of a happy time when life was lived with a curious and very small boy at my side…..
Sheena, 53, Writer, Hammersmith, London.