"Oh, please let it be mud..."
I don't remember at what age I got my first heels but I do remember the actual shoes - they were a pale girly pink and I loved them. I wore them as much as I could get away with, even when they were starting to get tight around the toes.
Until one day my sister and I were outside waiting for... I don't remember, perhaps the ice cream truck? Well, to kill time we started running around on the grass and of course I noticed right away that the ground could've been dryer. But as much as I loved those shoes, they were obviously no match to a child's love of playing.
After that day, I used their muddy, unrepairable state as an excuse for not pressing my growing feet into them anymore.