I grew up always being outside barefoot. I did! Still love to be barefoot. No socks and shoes for this girl. I remember how dirty my feet would be by the end of the day. A foot bath was always in order before bed,
Mercurochrome and Merthialate for our boo-boos.nothing like painting it orange.We called this monkey blood, which grossed me out as a kid that they would take a monkey's blood to help my cuts. I remember thinking "does this make me part monkey"?
and I think everyone we knew then had the list of numbers posted on the wall by the phone. We had an extra long cord that we could take around the corner and into a small bathroom to shut the door for more privacy.