Kobe 10s Nike Shoes, Huh? Man, Those Kicks…
I remember when those Nike Kobe 10s first dropped. Or at least, around that era. Felt like every single person who was into basketball, or even just cool sneakers, was talking about them. Seriously, they were everywhere in terms of hype. You’d see pictures online, guys at the court hoping to cop a pair.
Back then, I was still pretty young, not a lot of spare cash floating around, you know? My main income was whatever my parents gave me for chores, which wasn’t breaking the bank. So, getting a pair of brand-new, top-tier signature shoes like the Kobe 10s? That was a dream, man. I’d walk past the shoe stores, see them gleaming under the lights, and just imagine what it’d be like to own them. The colors, the design, everything about them screamed “pro.”
I definitely couldn’t just go out and buy them. Wasn’t happening. My folks were practical people; food on the table and school supplies came way before hundred-plus dollar basketball shoes. And I understood that, even then, mostly. But it didn’t stop me from wanting them. Badly.
So, what did I do? Well, I tried a few things:
- I remember trying to save up any little bit of money I got. It was slow going.
- I definitely thought about asking for them for a birthday or Christmas, but even then, it felt like a huge ask.
- I’d look at my old, beat-up sneakers and just wish they’d magically transform.
It wasn’t just about having new shoes. It was about the feeling, I think. Kobe was a legend, the Mamba Mentality and all that. Part of me probably thought if I had his shoes, I’d suddenly be able to play like him, or at least feel some of that confidence. Kid logic, right?
Now, did I ever get those exact Kobe 10s back then? Nope. Never did. But the whole thing, the wanting them so much and not being able to just get them, it actually did something else. It kind of made me realize, “Hey, if you want nice things, or you want to achieve certain stuff, you gotta figure out how to earn it.” It wasn’t some grand revelation, just a little switch that flipped in my head.
I started thinking more about how to make my own money, how to work towards goals. It wasn’t even about the shoes anymore after a while. It was about that drive. That feeling of wanting something and then figuring out the steps to get there. That stuck with me way more than a pair of shoes would have.
Years went by. I got older, started working, and eventually, yeah, I could afford to buy nice sneakers if I wanted to. And I have, a few times. But it’s funny, sometimes I’ll see a picture of those older Kobes, or sneakers from that time, and I’m right back to being that kid staring through the store window.
So, yeah, the Kobe 10s. For me, they weren’t just a shoe. They were a little marker in time, a tiny catalyst for figuring some stuff out. It’s wild how something as simple as a pair of sneakers can be tied to bigger memories or lessons. Not exactly a review of the shoe, I guess, but that’s my story with them.
