A memory
At the end of my third year of high school, I went to a coastal eastern Maryland resort town as many do (it is called Bea.ch Week and. a bit notorious). I was slightly on the margins of my social group. I also had a falling out with a high school crush that week.
So, I drank too much beer and was basically alone and barefoot walking up a concrete staircase to a third-floor rental apartment where I was staying with classmates. I woke up with severe damage to my feet. I was young, so the foot wounds healed rather quickly.
The memory came to mind because I have recently had edema in my feet. It takes longer to heal when older.