These trusty pair of dandies have been with me since the seventh grade. I am, at this moment, 15 years old (16 in two months.)So if you do only a minimal amount of mathematics (I know, I know, it's torture), you can deduct that I have, in fact, owned these shoes for 4 years.
Awesome, eh? Well, they are now on their way to the local dump, where they will rot for decades and decades. Maybe even centuries. Probably.
Farewell, my good friends. You shall be missed. Not by my mother.