When I was twelve (and had really tough soles) my camp counselor told me to put shoes on so I wouldn’t cut my feet. Told him I went barefoot all the time. The next moment, I cut my right heel on a pop-top. No more swimming that summer. I should’ve listened to Ralph.
When I was twelve (and had really tough soles) my camp counselor told me to put shoes on so I wouldn’t cut my feet. Told him I went barefoot all the time. The next moment, I cut my right heel on a pop-top. No more swimming that summer. I should’ve listened to Ralph.