From a young age (about 7), I always had a thing for wellies and rubber boots, especially in mud. I used to use my dad's ipad to look up pictures of wellies in mud and mud covered wellies and it always gave me a good sensation. But at a young age, I didn't know what any of this meant or what it could possibly lead to. I also didn't know at such a young age with new technologies how to clear browsing history or things like that so the day I got caught and pulled up by my parents was they day they knew about my now not so secret thing for rubber boots. However, I don't think they remembered for long so I felt alright.
Fast forward a few years till I was in secondary school (about 12 years old) and our year got to take a trip to Belgium to explore trenches of world war 2. We were told to wear hiking shoes or rubber boots as there would be mud and a lot of walking, but I knew I only owned rubber boots that I had purchased a day earlier for the trip. So the day of the trip started early in the morning and so no one could see my footwear until later in the day when it had brightened up, when everyone saw and said things like 'why are you wearing wellies' and 'why do you wear them' as no one else had wore wellies and everyone was in hiking shoes. It was safe to say again that I had been caught and probably a few people secretly knew my problem. But the day went on and we never went to said trenches but instead went to a chocolate store and everyone including me brought some chocolate. The day then progressed and not much else happened but sit in a bus. Later that night when we got home after a whole day of walking in sweaty boots and comments. I went to my room to watch TV and decided to wear my sweaty boots I'd worn all day in my hot bed. So I carefully put them on, as my brother shared the room at the time, and I felt the warmth of them and the sweat still in them from the full day of walking.
At the time, I hadn't had any experience with things in my boots other than sweat and my feet from that day. So I grabbed some of the caramel filled chocolate I brought earlier that day and put a few of them in my boots. When I slipped my feet into the sweaty boots the chocolate crushed beneath my feet and the sensation of the gooey caramel and melting chocolate was like bliss mixed with slippery sweat. I continued to put in more chocolate as I slowly filled the boots with sweat and gooey caramel chocolate. Until I had to sleep or risk being caught. So I took of the boots, with my feet covered in caramel and sweat, still being careful of my younger brother and put them next them by bed and beside my cabinet.
That night, 12 year old me knew that I'd found something that I once loved, come back to me. All I could imagine that night was what possible things I could do with these wellies in the future.
The next morning, all the chocolate and caramel had stuck to the cheap fabric lining of the cheap boots.
And here ends part 1 of my first true story. I have many other stories about these boots that I'll share soon. You may be happy to know that I was actually wearing the boots of this story as I wrote it! Hope you enjoyed, part 2 awaits.........
My wellies experience (Part 1)
Re: My wellies experience (Part 1)
Great story, more please.