Growing up, I was allowed one pair of basketball shoes per year. I had your standard, non-too-expensive-Nikes in the late '80s/early '90s, but finally, when I was 10 or so (around '91), I remember being in my dad's truck, headed to the mall to pick out whatever basketball shoe for the next year. I desperately wanted a pair of Jordans, and knew my dad would get pissed just for asking, but I thought screw it and asked anyway. Sure enough, he indeed got pissed, said there was no way in hell was paying over $100 for a pair of kid's basketball shoes, and that was that.
However, once we got to Foot Locker, I came across a pair of Jordans 6s in a colorway I had never seen before... maroon and white. Even then, A&M was huge in our family, as both my dad and my mom went/met there, so I took the shoe off the shelf and showed him because "they were Aggie colors"... and he thought they were the coolest thing he'd ever seen. To the point where he actually suggested I try them on. I couldn't believe it, and once those things were on my feet, there was no way they were coming off. So my dad begrudgingly bought them, basically cursing himself as he did, but couldn't help but keep admitting how cool they were. Little did he know, he set a precedent, so I was able to wrangle a pair of Jordans out of him every year through high school.
I still have this pair, along with all my others, in a storage closet back home...