And then I spotted some prints left by a crazy child in bare feet. They were all over the place; running around in circles, jumping up and down, then rolling around in the sand. I decided to follow the prints. I found myself stomping around in the same stomping marks left by the little feet. It made me smile. I decided these prints were also alright.

And as I followed the child’s prints, they joined paths with the bigger footsteps and soon we were all travelling together, and I decided these prints were acceptable too because we all start out with child’s feet and we remain the same person. Our feet just grow alittle. But that’s when I looked down and realized I was still wearing my shoes.