Go-Go Boots and Fishnet Stockings

Carol RoachStarred Page By Carol Roach, 31st Jan 2015 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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This is one of teenage stories found in my book: Picking up the Pieces: A Woman's Journey

Introduction

Ever since I could remember, I always wanted to be older than I was. I can tell you that now at 60, I no longer want to be older than I am. Nevertheless, as a child, I always wanted to be. I never felt like a child while growing up in my grandmother's house. I never had many kids my own age to play with so I gravitated towards adults.

high heel shoes

Adults always found me wise beyond my years. Yet, children who were my own age never much played with me. Therefore, whenever I could, I found older children who enjoyed being around me. All these factors contributed to my desire to be older.

I found my transformation complete when I would put on adult shoes. One of my most cherished childhood memories was when my cousin, age five, and I, age eight, would put on plastic high heeled shoes that were bought at the five and dime store. Then we would parade up and down the sidewalk in them. It never occurred to either one of us how cheap and gawky these plastic high-heeled shoes really were. For me, I was grown up. I was like all the pretty ladies on the street.


On occasion, somebody would tell me to take those silly looking shoes off before I fell and hurt myself, but I flatly refused. My purple plastic shoes were beautiful. I pretended they were glass slippers and I was Cinderella!

One of the saddest times of my life was when I outgrew these plastic high heels, yet I still had to watch my cousin parade up and down the street in them.

I was miserable!

It just wasn't enough that I could still wear a floppy hat, carry a purse and
smoke my candy cigarettes. I wanted my high-heeled shoes!

Joan Crawford

I was not allowed to wear real high heels as a young girl, but I always pleaded for the shoe with the highest heel that I could get away with. However, even that could not compensate for my purple plastic high-heeled shoes from the five and dime!

One time, someone brought my grandmother a box of old shoes to distribute to anyone who wanted them. We went through the box together and most of the shoes were high heels. I was delighted, but not my grandmother.

She said they were old-fashioned high heels that were worn in the 40s and 50s. It was now the late 60s and nobody she knew would wear them. I pleaded with her to let me have them. After some negotiation she allowed me to have a few pairs on the condition that I share them with my cousin, Shirley.
Once again we paraded the streets in our high heels, with wide brimmed hats, large purses, and candy cigarettes hanging out of our mouths. How grown up I felt!

My favourite pair was a black four-inch pump that tied around the ankle. It was a pair that I was sure the grand ladies of the movies wore. I was sure that this particular pair had belonged to Joan Crawford herself!

From Cinderella, to Joan Crawford, from a princess to a movie star, my tastes were changing. Now I was Joan Crawford. I mean it. I really was!

I don't remember if the heels broke or my grandmother threw away all those old pumps. All I know is that my fascination with high heels was brought to an abrupt ending.

rite of passage

When I finally reached thirteen, I still loved shoes, but I no longer wanted to be older than I actually was. I just wanted to be like every other girl my age and wear what the girls of my age were wearing.

The style in 1968 was white go-go boots and fishnet stockings and I, like every other teenager, wanted them badly. My grandmother refused to buy them for me. She was not much into fashion and she felt that I was too young to be dressing like a "lady of the evening."

It took months of pleading with her to let me buy them. I would explain over and over that it was not the apparel of ladies of the night. All the girls in my high school had them. She would tell me that I was too young to wear fishnet stockings. Yet, I was allowed to wear nylon stockings when I was dressed up.

"So what is the difference?" I would argue.

She was relentless. "You will look like a hooker," she said.

I said I would wear only white fishnets. They would go well with the go-go boots. You see, I was relentless too!

"What go-go boots," she responded. "If you think I am wasting good money on those things you're crazy."

"But they are pretty."

"You will look like a hooker."

"No I won't! With my white fishnet stockings and go-go boots I will look like a majorette and I know you like majorettes."

I won. I got the fishnet stockings and the go-go boots, and I was the happiest girl alive. I thought I was beautiful. I no longer was Cinderella or Joan Crawford, I was me, and I looked like a majorette. I would hold my head up high and walk down the street singing, "These Boots are Made for Walking," a song recorded by Nancy Sinatra. I was the envy of everyone on my street. No longer did people laugh at my high heels. They envied my go-go boots. I was the first kid on the block to have them and I was just me; not Cinderella, nor Joan Crawford, just me. Fishnet stockings and go-go boots became the rite of passage for the little girl becoming a woman in her own right.

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Coming Of Age, Fishnet Stocking, Gogo Boots, High Heels, Teenagers

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author avatar Carol Roach
Retired therapist and author of two books, freelance writer, newsletter editor, and blogger. I write, health, mental health, women's issues, animal , celebrity, history, and SEO articles.

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author avatar viewgreen
31st Jan 2015 (#)

I think this is the best book you had been published. It's so great story and and very organized and directed the plot. Thank you for sharing this awesome article madam.

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author avatar Carol Roach
31st Jan 2015 (#)

Yes it is a book about my life, but I love my second book more

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author avatar brendamarie
31st Jan 2015 (#)

Thanks for sharing, you are not the only one who always wanted to be older. I have always thought, life get better as we get older.

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