born to farming folks in Tennessee...mom born in 1929, and shoes were a luxury. I grew up allowed to go barefoot. recall pulling sandspurs from my feet and scraping my toes on asphalt under a bicycle pedal.
Still, I like being reminded of how lovely the grass feels underfoot. Thanks to the OP for that. I don't think I need lessons in how to go barefoot, but I appreciate the reminder.
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