I used to love going out barefoot.... rolling up my pants ..turning on the radio....washing & waxing the car
...I guess some things are best being memories...I stepped on what felt like a bottle cap, but just turned out to be a TINY pebble..it almost brought me to my knees, then a string of expletives followed...I can remember as a youth having feet as tough as elephants skin, I could run over glass & keep on going...I could jump out of a tree & sprint away..Now if I jumped, it would feel like I fractured both ankles...Stinks getting older
.. Now all I can say is, "WHERE IN THE HECK ARE MY SHOES!"..