Barefoot growing up?

I was brought up by a grandmother who went the rule that boys went barefoot, but girls needed shoes.
My boyfriend's mother must have felt the same way, as she brought him up barefoot, but was never barefoot herself.
That's still how we are today: He goes barefoot. I wear shoes.
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Barefoot was normal when I was growing up for all my family.It still is.Both my mom and myself have always drove barefoot too.At school I would wear shorts with my feet bare.
One time I accidentally walked through broken glass barefoot and didn't even realise.My friend told me I had just done it.I just brushed off my soles and kept walking.The advantage of having thick hard super tough soles.

One time I dropped a cinder block corner first on my right big toe - barefoot. That was a BIG HURT lemme tellya. On another barefoot occasion I stepped on an upright nail sticking out of a 2x4. The sensation of a nail scrunching through flesh and muscle is a hard memory to erase!

But - being a kid means running around barefoot. Doesn't it?

My parents didn't care but my grandmother insisted we wear shoes.
She said running barefoot could get you infected with worms especially in areas where there is livestock.
I thought it was all wives tales until I later learned of strongoloides and hookworm.

My mother was a nurse she encouraged me to go barefoot to develop good posture and gait.

As an adult I still go without shoes whenever I can.

I was brought up encouraged to go barefoot, let your feet breath my dad would say. I would spend all summer holidays with nothing on my feet.

My parents didn't like me being barefoot in or out of the house. When I was about 13 or so, I had enough and started going barefoot. Naturally, they hated it, but I didn't give in, and they finally gave up.

I love being barefooted.

It was very hot where I grew up, so we always ran around either barefoot or with flip flops.

I was neither encouraged, nor discouraged to go barefoot.

Although, one habit I had as a child was walking around the house with one sock on and one sock off.

I grew up in Florida. Going barefoot, especially outside, was not encouraged. Those weren't rubber bands in those puddles.

As a kid I cut my foot on broken glass and stepped on a nail. Those were lessons enough for me

Women in bare feet are beautiful

I still go barefoot, it roots us to nature.