Was yaking with Diane and Teni last night about bags and shoes which somehow reminds me of when I was a kid, every so often my parents or relatives would go holidays. And for some reason, they had this "thing" about buying shoes for all the kids back. 

Hence, the night before they'd leave, each kid would get a sheet of paper, a pen and instructions to trace an outline of our feet. Both left and right. With our names written neatly within each foot outline. It seemed so dumb. But failure to obey brought on a wrath none of us were willing to explore.

I guess in a way, it made sense. Considering the differences in numerical shoe sizes between different countries.

Yeah ... those were the days.