The Year My Sneakers Grew Wings

<p><strong>Prologue</strong></p><p><em>The Year My Sneakers Grew Wings</em></p><p>They were just sneakers.</p><p>Old beat-up fraying at the laces. The kind that squeaked in the</p><p>hallway and collected pebbles in the soles. They smelled faintly of</p><p>rain and grass and something like dusty cinnamon.</p><p>They weren't fast. They weren't cool. They weren't new.</p><p>But they were mine.</p><p>And one morning-on the kind of day that starts like any other-I</p><p>woke up and they had <em>wings.</em></p>