My dad would buy my shoes for me. It was our thing to go to Footlocker. Try on the shoes and buy one pair for school and one pair for basketball games.
I vividly remember in third grade. He specifically told me not to bring my Jordan 8s to school…
Of course, we got them on Saturday, Monday I brought those bytches to school to show my friends…
As soon as I pulled them out of my backpack, guess who is walking through the gate to pick me up?…

Pops whooped my ass that night and took the shoes back. And I never got the white Jordan 8s again.