My story is about an epic quest that became an unfathomable adventure the likes of which you will never experience in your life. (I’m sorry if that depresses you but get over it). In one short journey I learned about life, lost myself, found myself, fell in love, became a hero, and learned to dance the Macarena. And it all began when I lost my shoe.

Now before you get all excited, I AM not Cinderella, nor does my story resemble hers in any way. (Aside from the whole only having one shoe thing) The shoe I lost was not a magnificent glass slipper, because honestly where would I wear a glass slipper? I’m only fifteen for goodness sakes! Anyway, the shoe I lost was a flip-flop. A really CUTE flip-flop with a chunky sole and pretty purple beads on the straps! It also happened to be one of a pair that I BEGGED my mother for when I saw them at the store. Her reply to my pleading had been “You know you’re just going to lose them.” But she ended up getting them anyway just to shut me up.

Then, less than a week later, tragedy struck when I lost one of my precious shoes. And no, I did not lose it at a ball. (Why do I have to keep reminding you that I am NOT Cinderella!) I lost my shoe at a baseball game. (The first person to say ‘but there are balls AT a baseball game’ is getting a knuckle sandwich) Now HOW did I lose my shoe at a baseball game, you may wonder. Well it’s not as difficult as it sounds. You see there I was sitting on a low wall with my buddies, goofing off and watching the game (But mostly goofing off) when I felt my left shoe slip off my foot. This happens all the time with flip-flops so I figured I would pick it up when the game was over, because I was absolutely too lazy to hop off the wall, grab my shoe, and hop back on. (What can I say, I’m fifteen) And so I continued about my business of being generally wacky for the rest of the game, without a second thought.

When the game was over, my friends and I hopped down, and began goofing off in the standing position, rather than the sitting. It was then that I realized that my left foot was inexplicably cold. I looked down, and remembered my lost shoe. Only when I scanned the ground, my shoe was nowhere to be found!

“Oh crap!” I told my friends. “ If I don’t find my shoe, my mom is gonna be like ‘ I told you so!’ I hate when she does that!” Of course, technically, I only lost ONE shoe, so that is only HALF losing my shoes. But do you think my mother would have cared about that? No chance. (And to add insult to injury, the home team LOST)

My friends and I all spread out to look for my shoe. We SCOURED the stadium. I even resorted to holding up my remaining shoe and asking people “Have you seen this shoe?” I got some weird looks for that one….When my friends and I met up again, and realized that we had all come up empty handed, I REALLY started to panic.