My love affair with the Reebok Pump goes back, way back.  The year was 1989 to be exact.  I was a young lad back then.  Just beginning to come into my own fresh.  My priorities were much simpler in those days.  My life revolved around four basic things:  pizza consumption, Nintendo, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, and high top kicks.  I'll never forget siting on my bedroom floor watching the Atlanta Hawks take on beloved Detroit Pistons.  Dominque Wilkins checked into the game, and I saw THEM for the first time.  I immediately sat up at attention.  I didn't know what Dominiuque had on his feet, but I knew I wanted a pair.  I wanted a pair that very second.  I spent the next two hours affixed on Dominique.  The magical shoes seemed to make him jump higher, and sprint faster than everyone on the court that afternoon.  Can't tell you if my Pistons won or lost.  All I remember is that feeling.  I knew I had to have those shoes by any means necessary.  I commissioned a plan to get Mom's to shell out a few dollars, and get me those kicks.  The next Saturday we hit the mall.  I promptly guided her to whatever the shoe store du jour was back in that day.  I spotted them.  They were encased in a glass display near the front of the store.  I pointed to them with feverish anticipation.  Envisioning the envy that was sure to come when I marched into class that Monday with them tightly tied around my pre pubescent feet.  But as soon as Mom's picked them up and noticed the $90.00 price tag, my dreams were deflated.  Keep in mind this was 1989, and spending that type of dough on kicks was unheard of back then.  At least for my momma it was unheard of. I left the store with a pair of British Knights that afternoon.  Not a bad shoes at the time, but clearly not what I wanted.  I never forgot that feeling.  Wanting those shoes.  Up until that point in my life I never wanted anything so bad.   I'll never forget watching Dee Brown  pump them up before attempting one of the most overrated dunks in the history of dunks.  Being a trendsetter in undoubtedly fresh.  These shoes were ahead of their time.  Reebok had me believing that with three little pumps to each foot, I would be able to accomplish athletic feats never seen before by mankind.  This was Marketing 101 at its finest.  The pumps were a status symbol.  Wearing a pair of these in 1989, is like being chaffered in a Maybach in 2009.  You don't have to say sh*t, they spoke for themselves.  You get my drift though.  When I caught wind that Reebok would be dropping these again, to commemorate the 20th anniversary of the shoe, I knew what time it was.  See my fresh has matured.  I'm a grown ass man now with a mortgage, car payments, and kids of my own.  But after all these years the feelings has not gone away.  The love is still there.  When I see them if feels like 1989 all over again.  So next Saturday I'm going to get up, drive to the mall and walk right into Footlocker.  I'm going to pick up the first pair I see.  Request a size 13 from the kid working the floor.  No, I'm not going to try them on.   I'm going to bang my Mastercard down on the counter, and tell her to throw it in the bag.  I might wear them, I might not.  But having them to gaze at will be well worth the 17.5% APR I'll be shelling out to Mastercard.  See some things change.  People change.  Love my come and go.  People walk in and out of your life.  But fresh memories, they live on forever.  Stay fresh.