Shopping for shoes at
Buster Brown's was a whole other experience all together. I felt pampered and treated like royalty. I was seated on a high cushioned leather chair and a salesperson would come along and measure my foot in length and width to determine what size shoe I needed. My mother would then pick out the usual mary janes that would differ in style every year. Sneakers were also purchased which I would never take the initiative to take care of. I was always given a free gift of somesort before we left. It was like a trip to the denist but without someone pulling and tugging into your mouth. I would always stare at the logo of the little boy and his brown dog on the shoe box.
