I read a cool and simple post recently: Shoes Hide Our Personalities
When I was a kid, growing up in Deer Park, NY (that’s on Long Island), my cousin and I used to spend our summers barefoot. Why not?! We lived for flip flops but only put them on when we had to. It’s a lot easier to run to the ice cream man barefoot! My grandfather used to yell at us in Italian: “Scarpe, Scarpe!!” (Shoes, Shoes!!) when we were running out the door. We never listened. I could never understand what the big deal was. I later learned that growing up in Italy, poor kids had no shoes and it bothered him to see us barefoot for that reason. Ok, sorry.
Anyway, it was only a summer thing – 10 blissful weeks out of the year. I love my cousin and I love those memories. I hope our kids get to run through the backyard and out to Mr Softee barefoot, together… one day.
Now I live in flip flops – called slippers here in Trinidad. And I am the one yelling after my kids to put shoes on when they run out the door (not every time though).