Slingshots and shoes

They don't seem to have much in common slingshots and shoes until you met my grandfather.
As a kid living with my my mom, grandparents, and uncles I remember the smells of the kitchen, the grease of the garage and the adventures I had with my uncle.

One day, my uncle got a new slingshot. Remembering stories of David and Goliath and watching my uncle play with his toy... I wanted one too! I mentioned to my grandfather about my uncles new toy and how I wasn't allowed to play with it. No sooner did I tell him, than we were off to the garage where he found one of his old work shoes. He took the shoe and a pair of heavy duty scissors and cut out the tongue from his old Clark Wallabees. He pierced the leather with an awl and we went out to the back yard to find some wood. He carefully showed me how to cut, prepare and clean the wood from which he fashioned a great sling shot complete with a leather tongue from his shoe. Little kids are rough and I'm not sure what became of that slingshot, but I still have it here in my memory and someday so will my son.