The socks I am currently wearing are black. Boring old black ankle socks. But you know what they remind me of? A memory: In 7th grade, I sat next to Daxton Starkey in health. I remember one day he leaned over to me and whispered all excitedly,
"Sabrina! Guess what!"
"I'm wearing my church socks!"
and he lifted up his pants a little bit so I could see his black church socks. He thought he was a rebel. I thought it was hilarious. Now I can't see or wear black socks without thinking of this little moment in time and smiling to myself. I love how things can connect like that.