Was reading a book about a fellow who grew up in Indianapolis born in the 1822, neat stuff about the trees beins so thick sometimes the snow never made it to the ground. Anyway he stated every fall the whole family all got new shoes made by their father and he was always last and regularly went til christmas without shoes. Made me feel like a little girl. Yes shoes were invinted for a reason We dont like admitting we are just animals like everything else, so we find ways to wuss ourselves into something else then we can say look I'm not an animal i cant even make the mailbox barefoot in the snow LOL (mostly sarcasm but is wild how soft we got so fast)