They were new shoes. I think they were black and they slipped on which was great because I hadn't quite figured out where the second loop comes from when tying laces. But they were too small. I usually had shoes that were too small. I honestly wonder if that is why my toes are all gnarly now. And some kid stole them from me and played keep-away while I cried and asked him to give them back because my mom had bought them for me "with her own money". I would have forgotten all about it, but a girl I'd been friends with had laughingly reminded me of my wording years later, which added a new layer to it all. Cause then I was embarrassed for having been a naively-indignant 5-year-old who defended his caregiver in providing him with shoes which hurt his feet. But which he was able to put on himself.