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  • I'm not sure when my aversion to shoes came about nor why. Somewhere in my youth or childhood, I suppose. I'm thinking that's the time most aversions begin. Some might be fads like Shirley Temple curls or something. This was no fad. Rather, it was lifestyle choice Back in the late sixties , early 70's, summers were not nearly as hot as they are now (don't get me started on global warming!). I went everywhere "barefooted". It was my thing and it fit me like a glove. And I was gonna do it, whether or not it was allowed. It wasn't .

    My mother began to police my shoes status. No shoes? "Go get them!" I'm sure I whined and carried on which I wont to do. I'd put them on and show her and go on out. Stopping on the porch, off came the shoes only to be ditched in the bushes until time to come in.

    Pretty much did my own thing and no one can tell me otherwise. Still do.
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