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"Don't leave without shoes!" My question is, why? Do you not get joy from the feeling of soil below your feet? Does the freedom to twist and curl and crack your roots not make your day like it does for me? How sweaty you must get in these prisons they call shoes, my darling toes! Now just because my feet are free to do as they please does not mean they don't give me trouble. Boy, do they give me trouble. My feet are small, hard, dirty, cracked and beyond worn (trust me when I say this; they are worn). Fetus Feet, as called by some, have blessed me with ages of service. Two days shy of seventeen, I have not yet started Drivers Ed. Why, you ask? A fair share of people i know count down the days till they can finally get behind the wheel and hit the open road. But not I. I couldn't dream of denying my friends the ability to wander. Their health may be a concern to most, but they don't mind. Like mother like daughter. "But don't your feet hurt?" people love to ask. No, I'm a bit past that. My feet are simply callouses; hard as the ground I walk on. Others may choose to conform to the need to wear shoes, but I will not need mother to be away to let my children play.