I recall riding my big fat American bicycle down a long flight of granite steps routinely for fun. If my mother found out she would have beaten me to death with a wooden spoon.
We use to go (my brothers and sisters) down in the woods where it was cool and damp and hunt snakes - barefoot. We had a big time with a cotton mouth once. I use to go barefoot in places where I wouldn’t go under no circumstances now. Well, if the “will you be my hero” girl beckoned...