There are little events, in your life that just stay, near the top of the list in your memory bank. I don’t know why, but I do remember my mother taking me to the clog (wooden shoes) shop, in Gouda, where we lived.
It just did not work out! Wooden shoes don’t give.
I am currently looking for new shoes to replace the ones I wear almost all the time. There is a HOLE, in the side of my right shoe. My feet have been too wide, all these sixty-four-plus years.
Now, if the clogs had only been like these! But I guess I would have stuck to the ice, in winter!