While cleaning out my garage this morning I happened upon a bit of my high school nostalgia in the form of these Dr. Scholls. These shoes were hot when I was in high school and even now I can hear the clumping noise generated by all the wooden shoes going down the halls. Rose pulled them out fascinated by such shoes and hardly believing that her mother would wear such things. But she incorrectly thought of them as junk to be played with until they were relegated to the garbage can. Oh no! These definitely possessed loads of sentimentality, and what if I wanted to wear them again? And wear them again I did as I finished cleaning the garage. But these shoes have shrunk......or is it true that bearing children causes one's feet to grow?