The Problem with Mud

My brothers and I didn’t wear shoes much when we were young. Because I rarely wore them, I often passed down shoes to my brothers that looked like new. Without shoes, my feet were free to feel the mud wherever I could find it-or create it. I never saw a group of boys that didn’t like mud. Boys like to jump in puddles of water and let the mud ooze through their toes. There is something that just…