Myself being a guy, I am not attached to too many things. There are only a handful of things that hold a place in my heart (and yes by things, it includes people) and I still treasure them to this day. For example, I had a mattress that I slept on from 7th grade all the way through college. It was soft; it had pictures of Ford T-model cars on it. I used it so much that there was a permanent indenture of my body in the middle of the bed. I remember every time I went to lie down, my body would roll into the middle and the indention would hold me tightly! But this post is not about my dear mattress. It is about my Chucks!
Why do I wear them so much? I believe they represent me the best. No other article of clothing can say so much without being so loud.

My Chucks

Chucks