My Identity Research Paper

It all started on boot day of spirit week in sixth grade. I was about eleven or twelve and I owned maybe two pairs of shoes that I actually liked and wore all the time. I was crazy about spirit week and would go all out, I still am that way now. The night before, I was rummaging through my closet and couldn’t find a pair of boots anywhere. I ran upstairs and asked my mom if she had any boots because we are close to the same size, but she didn’t have any and that broke my little sixth grade heart. The next day, feeling defeated, I walked to the bus stop and saw my friend Lauren. I told her about my failed attempt to find a pair of boots, and a second later she just took off running into her house across the street. She came out of the house

It outlines the struggle an individual faces in finding stability between developing a sense of forming a unique identity while still being accepted and “fitting in” with society. Erikson believed that when teenagers adequately navigated their way through this crisis, they would transpire into having a clear understanding of their individual identity and easily share this new ‘self’ with others. However, if an individual is unable to navigate their way through this crisis period, they may be uncertain of who they are which can result in a lack of understanding, leading to disconnection from society and the people around them. If youth become stuck at this stage they will be unable to become emotionally mature adults, according to Erikson’s theory. This period of an individual’s life allows them to investigate possibilities which will lead them to discovering their own identity based upon the result of their explorations.

“Your feet are such a weird color, are you sick or something,” one of my teammates once mentioned, wrinkling her nose and inspecting my feet. All around, parents shushed their children and give them “the look” when something thought should not have been said. Of course, I then felt ashamed of my feet to the point where I would walk around the pool decks with my feet inside the elastic of my sweatpants. However, my mom stopped this habit quickly after seeing me from the gallery in such a ridiculous

The next time you want a pair of rare sneakers don't buy a pair of name brand sneakers. Such as Jordan's or Adidas.Instead you should purchase a pair of Norman Walsh sneakers. This England based shoe brand has unique designs and a fascinating backstory. One that is reminiscent of a much different period in time. Walsh shoes transport you way back. To a world that you the reader may or may not be familiar with. One in which England was a much different time. Filled with no modern technology and more tradition. Every individual pattern on the shoe is distinct. Unlike it's other competitors the brand hasn't abandoned their roots. When you look at the products you can tell that they represent a different

Sometimes the most insignificant items that people take for granted turn out to be the most crucial and necessary. One item whose importance is undermined and underestimated are shoes. Shoes are everywhere and everyone owns at least one pair. From protecting your feet to keeping up with the latest fashion, shoes play a major role in everyday life though it may not be apparent at all times.

It all started with a Jumpman and a swoosh, it was more than just a shoe it was the start of a culture. What most people look at as just a shoe to protect their feet has a story behind it and a deeper meaning to me and many others than “just a pair of shoes”. Don’t put on a pair of shoes unless you know how to wear them right. For every pair I own I could explain the troubles I went through and the people I met to get each sneaker. The best feeling was opening that fresh shoe box and taking out that paper wrapping. Putting on each new pair of sneakers is like taking a breath of fresh air each pair crisp as bacon. I am one among many sneakerheads, people who love to buy, sell, trade, and collect rare shoes. There is a culture, lifestyle, and history behind sneaker collecting. Most people would think dropping hundreds if not thousands on a pair of shoes is crazy but I believe sneakers are essential.

Over the course of my life I have had many life experiences which have made me who I am today. When I was in my middle childhood, most of my life revolved around playing and having fun. I did not have to put forth effort in hardly any area of my life or work hard in order to achieve specific goals. As time went on however, my own life experiences began to have an effect on me, and shape the person I am today. My life started to change the most during middle childhood when I was around the age of seven years old. At this point in my life, I had to adjust to several big changes.

The background on 8-year-old Sam is that he was originally identified from check-in for the high amounts of medications he takes for PTSD, and the fact that he didn’t have shoes. The kids are required to have shoes not only for hygiene reasons, but for safety reasons. Luckily, there were a brand-new pair of red sneakers in my van that I had bought for my son, so I gave them to Sam. His eyes just lite up at the site of new shoes.

This pair of stalwart boots is made of faux leather and has a rubber sole along with a 1” rubber heel. Can be worn both folded or unfolded. Available in men's sizes S (fits 8-9), M (fits 10-11) and L (fits 12-13) in Black and brown.

Shoes, to many people, mean only a trip to Walmart to pay for things that don't fit very well and don't last long enough.

“Shoes are always the most important thing because they are who you are. They change the way you walk, the way you move.”

I was almost overwhelmed trying to find something simple. There were too many, way too many, and too many for thrift store to have with most of them looking brand new: Platform, wedge, high heel, Combat and work boots, loafers, moccasins, slippers, sneakers— my eye’s caught on a pair of off brand chuck style shoes in navy blue in my new size. Slipping them on I moved my foot back and forth to test movement, then turned to check ankle mobility. Good and good.

You were alone and I took you in, I could have made you into an outcast but I helped you and this is how you repay me by wearing those shoes?”

After an hour or so of hiking up hill I hopped from one foot to the other so the hot sand wouldn’t burn both of my feet, as I shook my flip flops to get the sand out.

I ride my bike around my neighborhood five times every Sunday afternoon. I enjoy the routine of the same distance, at the same time, on the same day. It’s calming. Last night was different though. I wanted to push myself to the absolute limit. I wanted to ride until my legs burned, and then some. It’s the only time I’m ever alone with my thoughts, you know? Last night, something caught my eye as I rode by the trees that separated two roads. There was a brand new shoe in the road. I hopped off my bike to go look at it and noticed the second one a few feet in front of it. I went to check that one out and saw a couple pairs of shoes in a pile up against a tree.