The Problem With Heels

I remember the first time I wore high heel shoes. My sisters were taking me to a party that some of her friends from boarding school were throwing, and I had wanted to seem more sophisticated than I felt. It was a disaster, because I had never worn them before, and I had a hard time keeping my balance. People had thought that I was drunk, I kept stumbling so much, and since then I have refused to wear heels. That embarrassment still stays with me to this day, even over fifty years later. I wonder, sometimes, how I get myself into these predicaments.