I Love Walking Bare Feet

I connect so many beautiful memories with walking barefoot. The lightheartedness of my childhood, barefoot from March to November, playing with friends in nature, all barefoot for months, forgotten how it feels to wear shoes. So happy when successfully begged for permission to go at school barefoot.
So proud when leaving the house without shoes, as a child and ditto as an adult, enjoying that I have to walk barefoot, whatever happens, because I have no shoes with me. Being curious about situations in which it is absolutely unusual to be barefoot, but I am barefoot, and I love it.