Tuesday, May 29, 2018

Free to go barefoot



When we were growing up, Dad said we couldn't go barefoot until May 29, his mother's birthday. I thought it was an arbitrary, fun rule he'd come up with, and only in the last few years found out it was a rule in his family when he was growing up.

6 comments:

edutcher said...

My mother would have shot us if she ever caught us without shoes outdoors.

deborah said...

No wonder you want to put sharks in the fountain :)

Amartel said...

Constantly without shoes outside except in the winter. Buncha yokels. It was a contest to see who could build up the calluses on their feet and walk on the gravel road, broken beer bottle glass, etc. without appearing to care.

deborah said...

You triggered a memory from when I was 8, in California...a teen-ager using her bare heel to put out her cigarette lol.

When I was 6 I remember stepping on a piece of glass and leaving a bloody footprint on the sidewalk on the way back to our apartment.

In general, I did not allow my kids to go barefoot.

Amartel said...

When we lived in the city it was shoes most of the time except in the house or if it was really, really hot outside or the car was being washed or both but once we resituated to the sticks it was like everyone suddenly went native, started chewin' n' shootin' 'n' barefootin'.

Sixty Grit said...

We used to go barefoot all the time. Some here think I still do. Not true.

When I was 7 years old I got stung by a honey bee while walking barefoot in my neighbor's yard. It was a good year for clover that year.