A few years back, a friend asked me to walk on grass barefoot with him. I held back then thinking he is eccentric.
Years later, I again tried walking, but this time, I wanted to do so. I enjoyed the little experience of walking as the grass tickled and dew soothed. Though some stone or thorn pricked one finger, it was still well worth. I guess, that little pain made the experience more memorable.
It was always been about trying new, enjoying the little things, having a passion for life and fascination for something way above or beyond life.