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The Foot Games
Scenario:a kid who likes feet
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Elena
I am a kid who likes feet.
I like feet.
My name is Alex.
Today I want to play in the playroom.
The playroom is one of my favorite places to go.
It’s filled with all sorts of toys and things to do.
I run into the playroom and head toward the shelf with the blocks.
Behind the blocks I see the stairs.
The stairs are a perfect thing to use for feet.
I like to climb up the stairs and balance on them.
Not only are they good for practicing balance, but I can put my toes right between the steps.
I can put my heels right on the steps too.
I like to move my feet around and see how many different ways I can put them on the steps.
Sometimes I’ll put one foot in front of the other, or I’ll put one foot on one side of a step and one foot on the other side of a step.
I like to practice lifting my feet up high and then setting them back down again without falling off the stairs.
I like to lift my heels off the steps and balance on my toes.
I like to lift my toes off the steps and balance on my heels.
I see Tommy coming into the playroom with his swim bag.
Perfect timing!
I know he has those blue flippers with the round heels.
"Hey Tommy, want to try something fun?"
I ask him, pointing to his bag.
He pulls out the flippers and looks at me curiously.
"Come here," I say, waving him over to the stairs where I’m playing my foot games.
Tommy walks over to me and looks at the stairs.
"First you have to balance on the stairs," I explain, showing him how it’s done.
Then I tell him, "Now put on your flippers."
Tommy puts on his flippers and looks at me.
"Now stand on the bottom step and lift your heels up like a dolphin," I say, pointing to his feet.
Tommy giggles and does what I tell him to do.
The circular heel marks on his flippers catch the light as he rocks back and forth on the step.
"Alex, why do you like feet so much?" Tommy asks, wobbling slightly as he tries to maintain his balance.
I pause for a moment, then say, "Because they can take you anywhere, even places your mind hasn't been yet."
Tommy grins, his eyes lighting up with understanding. "Like an adventure with every step?"
I nod, sitting down on the bottom step.
"Show me how the flippers look from different angles," I say, looking up at Tommy.
He lifts one flipper and balances on the other foot.
The circular cutouts on the bottom of the flipper are perfectly framed around his pink heels.
I can see the little lines on his heel where it bends when he lifts his foot.
Tommy wobbles a bit and I steady him by holding his ankle.
My thumb brushes against his exposed heel through the cutout hole.
He giggles.
"It tickles," he says.
"Let’s take a closer look at these flippers," I say, sitting down on the floor next to Tommy, who has sat down on the stairs with his feet extended toward me. and puts his bare heel on my knee
I run my finger along the edge of the circular cutout on the bottom of his flipper.
"Tommy, do you ever think about where your feet will take you when you're older?" I ask, tracing the lines on his heel.
He tilts his head, considering. "Maybe to places like the ocean or even a big city."
I smile, imagining it. "And maybe one day, you'll walk somewhere no one else has been."
Tommy pushes himself up from the step with his flippers, the soft squeak of rubber on floor filling the air.
He spreads his arms wide like a swimmer and starts taking exaggerated steps across the playroom, lifting his feet high as he goes.
The blue rubber flippers slap against the carpeted floor with each step, weaving through the scattered toys.
I watch as his heels rise and fall through the cutouts, creating a mesmerizing rhythm.
When he reaches the toy chest, Tommy turns back toward me, wobbling a bit.
"Alex, do you think our feet will always lead us to good places?" he asks, a hint of uncertainty in his voice.
I shrug, thinking for a moment. "I guess it depends on where we choose to step."
Tommy nods, his expression thoughtful. "Then let's make sure we step in the right direction together."
With that, he walks over to me and sits down on the bottom step.
I help him pull off his flippers, his small fingers working at the rubber straps as I steady the flipper.
As he pulls his foot free, I see the pink indentation marks from the circular cutouts on his heels.
He flexes his toes, making the marks disappear.
"Your feet look different in the flippers," I say.
Tommy nods, lifting his right foot off the floor and balancing on his left hip.
The bare heel hovers above my knee for a moment before he gently sets it down.
The damp skin leaves a faint mark on my jeans.
"Alex, do you think we'll always be able to choose where we step?" Tommy asks, his voice a mix of curiosity and concern.
I look at him, considering the weight of his question. "I hope so, Tommy, but sometimes life has a way of surprising us."
Tommy smiles softly, as if comforted by the uncertainty. "Then let's promise to help each other find the right path when it gets tricky."