BAGGY SOCKS...

It’s a school, I think.

          It’s a school; the teacher (middle-aged) is organizing some kind of circle game with her charges; they’re all holding hands, and there’s one poor kid scrunched down in the center of the circle—clearly “it,” clearly the unwanted center of attention!

          She doesn’t look happy.

But buried in Alan’s description of this week’s Sepia Saturday prompt, is this:

“Just dig a little deeper and look for other themes within this image…”

So, there’s this kid with the baggy socks…

I think I spent my entire childhood in baggy socks…

You know, the ones that your mother made you wear—the silly white ones that rode down the back of your ankle until they were inside your shoes!

          Remember?

Of course you do—all little girls wore them; we wore them with sneakers and sturdy school shoes and those dreaded Mary Janes…we wore them even with slippers (sometimes)!

Remember those?

And remember when you were outside, running around in a game of tag, or softball, or dodge ball, or hopscotch or jumping rope, those foolish little socks slid down into your shoes so far that it felt like running on a huge lump of clay in there?

You had to stop whatever you were doing, sit right down on the ground and take your shoes off; you had to fudge around with those little socks until you could unbunch them, pull them back up over your heel and up your ankle again, put your shoes back on and (if you were lucky enough to have mastered the skill) tie ‘em up again!

I searched through my various family photo albums and boxes and found eleven pictures of me in baggy socks: at family gatherings, birthday parties, at the summer house and even on the steps of St. Paul’s Church in Brunswick, Maine when I was about ten (Mary Janes included).

But this shot?

This is the absolute Best of the Baggy Socks Shots.

It should knock your socks right off!