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Squeaky Shoes

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I quickly Googled a few sites on how many steps we take in a day. A conservative estimate says 3000. If we live 70 years, that’s 76.65 Million steps. Who cares?
My daughter walked all the way from the lobby to the elevator. Kept standing in the elevator. Walked all the way from the elevator to house. (This after just a month of walking.) All the while, she was holding my finger.  I’d walk 76.65 Million steps to feel as proud as I did, again.
Her motivation of course was to make the squeaky shoes squeak.
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