By Steven E. Garcia-13 years old, Eagle Pass, Texas posted May 12th, 2009
How funny when people always say mom is always right. COmes to prove there’s nothing that could be farther than the trut h. We just traveled to San Marcos to visit my aunt but before visiting her I definitly wouldn’t stop nagging about the boots I needed and wanted to buy. I had borrowed a pair from my aunt for a couple of months because I hadn’t found the perfect pair for me. So finally the wear and tear of the old boots could be spotted from down the halls of our junior high hall. Well, Back to the story. I complainted for 3 1/2 hours how I wanted to buy a pair of boots. Mom finally stopped shopping and drove to the nearest western store and as I walked in I was drawn to the a pair of peanut colored boots. Wow! I had to have them. I tried them on, they fit extremely big- BIGGGGGGGGG! but I was deteremined to have them. Mom said they looked big and kinda funny but being the last pair I knew I would finally grow into them, at least one of these days- in the near future. My mom finally agreed to pay them since I had recieved my lamb sales money that previous Tuesday. Boy! now I knew money didn’t grow on trees. These boots deserved all the hard work and dedication I had put in to making my 4-H lamb sale a success. I walked out all smiles but a little doubt knowing that I probably couldn’t wear my boots for a least 6 more months, until I finally grew into them. Well, at least they were mine. THe next morning I proudly showed everyone my oversized boots and with lots of doubtful looks I knew something was wrong. I quietly took off my dream boots and asked my mother to go return them. We called several Austin and San Antonio area western stores but none of them had them. Why, was everything turning out so wrong. Well, I took the boots back home and realized they would be stuck in their box for the next century-( sarcasm). Driving back to my home town, we stopped at a western store in San ANtonio and as I walked in I was quickly drawn to a young sales lady and an older man who came to my rescue. They searched top to bottom and side to side and FINALLY there they were the exact pair , color and size I needed. I ran to the truck to get the other pair and returned them for these new and PERFECT boots. I couldn’t be happier realizing that mom seems to always be right but sometimes I must be persistent for things to be perfect!
