I Love Wet Socks

I'll start this off by sharing a story about how I got to love wet socks so much. It was the first day of summer and we were all getting baked by the sun. I was playing soccer on a grass field with a couple friends, one other guy and two girls to be exact, right after the sprinklers had turned off so the grass was still really wet and damp. On the other side of the grass field, someone was slowly inflating this massive obstacle course. After it was fully inflated, with slides and holes to crawl through and nets to climb up among other obstacles, my friends and I walked over and took off our shoes and stepped into the mat at the starting point. It was then I realized how uncomfortably hot and sweaty my feet had been. With the blow off a whistle, the race was on! We actually stopped right before the final obstacle, a long slide at the very end, so that we could all take a photo together at the top of the slide. Once that was done, we all got on the slide together and slid down feet first. We totally forgot about the wet grass until we stepped in it and felt this squelch underneath our feet. One of the girls let out a "oh! eww!", but it was at that moment that I realized after my feet being stuck in my shoes for so long and getting all hot and sweaty, it felt so great to step on the cool wet grass in my socks. There was quite a long walk from the finish back to the starting point, so the four of us slowly walked back together in our socks on the damp wet grass. We all just kinda looked at our socks as water slowly seeped up the sides and our soles were getting a bit muddy. At one point there was this huge muddy puddle of water ahead of us and the other girl with her white socks just stepped right into it letting it a splash as her left sock sunk right into the mud with a loud squelch. She didn't even break stride as she brought her other sock down into the mud with another squelch. "Oh my god," the first girl then suddenly said, but the other girl was like "this actually feels really good, come try it!" The first girl looked at her incredulously as the other boy and I decided to try it out and tentatively stepped into the mud puddle and wow did it feel great. The cool mud wrapped around my socks, turning it from white to completely brown on the soles and around the sides. "Come join us!" we told the first girl, and when she still kinda hesitated, we grabbed hold of her arms and pulled her in. It was really nice to watch her white socks get completely engulfed in the mud, and it actually made her giggle a bit. "It feels so weird, but I kinda like the feeling though," she confessed, and then we started playing a little footsie in the mud as we stepped on each others' socks to cover the top part with mud as well. A bit later, after our socks were completely damp, soaked, and dripping with mud, we completely disregarded the obstacle course and ran around the grass field splashing our socks in any muddy puddle we could find. What a great and fun way to start the summer it was. My pair of white socks that I wore that day remains stained brown to this day.