Miss New Shoes

Because I have nothing exciting going on in my life currently, I thought I might start posting random memories from my childhood.
So I wasn't always the coolest kid. I remember in about fourth grade there was this girl that always came to school looking perfect. Her mom probably spent an hour doing her hair every morning. I was intrigued by her perfection. One time I asked her if she had a different pair of shoes for every outfit. She solemnly responded in the affirmative with a slow but confident nod. One day we came in from recess and sat down for story time on the carpet. Apparently I wasn't all that fascinated by the story because I became fixated on my feet. My white sandals had a thin brown layer of dirt on them, but my white feet had a much thicker layer. Nothing has changed to this day. The bottom of my feet are still black all the time (probably because I cannot force myself to wear anything but flip flops even two weeks from Christmas). This day though, they were both black and wet--from sweat. Hmmm. Interesting. I busied myself with scratching along the bottom of my feet and filling up my fingernails with the black liquid, examining it for a bit, wiping it on the carpet next to me, and then going in for more. It would never have crossed my mind that this behavior was anything but normal until I looked up and saw the huge very visibly disgusted eyes of miss new shoes. I stopped scratching. Sheepishly.

Invisiblity or flight?

If you could have the power to be invisible or to fly, which would you choose? Let me know and then say why. If it just so happens that someone has actually already commented, ignore his/her comment until you have written yours! I am doing a little experiment... :)