What is important is that this item is about 58 years old. I've had possession of it most of that time -holding on to it through 6 major moves. For a while, it was displayed in my parent's living room -alongside my older brother's bronzed first baby shoe-until such things didn't fit with the updated decor. I was about 8 when it came to reside in my room.
Not that I display this all the time. It spends months and years sitting in a drawer or cabinet somewhere. I have been known to take it out when looking for an "artistic object" to add to a still life -or something to give a "sign of humanity" to something.
In part, I keep it because nobody else would want it. An anonymous single silvered shoe at a garage sale or thrift store would languish until they chose to discard it. So I keep.
I like that the shoe laces look soft and sloppy even though they have been frozen in time in that sloppy pose. The bell does not ring any longer -telling the world where to find me -and where I'm heading. I understand they no longer recommend that children use these shoes -instead going for softer materials that let the foot learn to explore it's universe on it's own. Perhaps that's another to keep this: it holds the memory of a world that was firm and fast, unbending, as my little feet learned to play the earth's rules.