Mum was in the shower and I was in the loungeroom playing with my shoelace board. We had been reading 'The Shoelace Box' - a Golden Book about a boy who wore big rubber boots to school every day because he didn't know how to tie his laces. I learned to read very early - my older brother was at school and learning to read, so we did it together. Reading was a big part of our childhood and we would go to the library with Dad on a Saturday morning. Golden Books were a massive part of our collection and Mum and I had been reading this particular one for a couple of days. I had mastered most of the words and was getting to the point where I could almost read it on my own.
I had my very own shoelace board (like the lid of the box above, but just a piece of wood instead of a whole box) and had been trying and trying for weeks and weeks to get the bows just right.
One this particular day, Mum was in the shower and I was playing with the board. I did it! I tied the bow perfectly. I untied it and tied it again. I was so excited that I barged into the bathroom and bugged Mum until she got out of the shower and watched me tie the bows.
Super proud of myself, I wore my runners for the next few days and refused to let Mum help me tie them, even though it would take me 20 minutes to get them tied!
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