Green carpet covered in stains. Many stains caused by me. I was an incredibly clumsy kid, and that much was evident throughout the entire store. I would feel horrible every time I unintentionally left a stain because I loved that green carpet. I loved the color, but more importantly, I loved how the carpet felt. It was by no means soft, but it reminded me of grass, the way the tufts of carpet would mold around my foot and leave traces of my steps as I walked. I liked to run barefoot around the store, leaving a path of little footprints that would lead customers to their next purchase. I am not sure if that ever really worked, but I liked to think it made a difference. It turned into a habit that I have never truly been able to shake. I still drag my feet, making paths that I hope one day others might follow.
Pensworth 