Remember when you were a kid and you ran around barefoot and the hot sidewalk would burn your feet? Well, nothing has changed. Today, as the ice cream man was coming down our street, I told the girls to go in and get their shoes on before going out to the truck, but didn't take my own advice. I ran across the black asphalt of the street and nearly lost a layer of skin from the bottom of my feet. Apparently my sense memory had forgotten after 30 years what it's like to do that. I don't recommend it. The ice cream man took mercy on me and threw down a piece of cardboard for me to stand on. Still, he must have gotten a good laugh at the crazy Mom dumb enough to cross a street barefoot during a Bakersfield summer. And of course my girls and their friend got a chuckle out of watching me run for my life, or at least, the life of my feet!