After a 10 mile bike ride a few weeks ago, I sat down alongside my parents pool just to put my feet in (since I forgot my suit.)
I kept staring at my feet and thought about how cool they felt in comparison to the rest of me and how they looked like they were wearing water socks.
I keep thinking about writing short stories based on those strange thoughts that pop in my head every once in a while. Adult imagination. Water socks. I think this idea needs some work.
