Because of neurofibromatosis, my left leg was malformed. It was longer than my right leg and was continuously growing faster. It was one of the first things noticed by my parents before they found out that was related to neurofibromatosis: whenever I walked or ran, there was a good chance that I’d trip over myself. Aside from being longer my left leg was also bigger than the right leg.
From what I understand, the surgery I had when I was four explored the possibility of removing the neurofibromas that were in my leg. I guess, unfortunately, the doctors then found it risky to do anything else and so decided to leave the leg as is.
At first, I used normal shoes. To compensate for my legs’ difference in length, may dad would make a simple lift and insert it in my right shoe. From that time on, I wore shoes ALL THE TIME. I couldn’t wear slippers because there wasn’t any way to put a lift.
I recall an event at school when I was in 1st Grade. We were to do a cultural presentation so we were dressed in a native farmer’s costume. Everyone in the 1st Grade was barefooted, except for me: I was wearing shoes AND socks!
As we march in a parade toward the center of the football field where we were to dance, I overheard a man — one of the other kids parents, I guess — say something to the other parents nearby.
“Hey! Look at that boy. He still has his shoes on,” he said. Then he let out a laugh.
I didn’t think I was even offended at the remark; I even smiled and found it amusing that someone had to state the obvious. At least everyone who’d be watching will easily see me. From a group of about 300-400 1st grade pupils, they’re bound to notice the only guy in shoes.