One of my earliest memories and surprisingly still vivid, was being handed my first pair of heels by my mother in the early 90s. It was just a simple dark brown rubber sandals with a bit of heels that made me feel grown up. I remember always feeling excited to wear those sandals on Sundays to church. Even now, decades later, that memory still feels very much alive— the excitement, the sense of importance, the quiet joy of stepping into something that felt grown-up and meaningful.