My First Stranger Trample 2 min read

I like trampling, mainly barefoot trample but flats are good. I had two older brothers who I can remember trampling on from an early age, I think I was about six when I first remember enjoying it. They were bigger so didn’t seem to mind.

It was at school when I did my first trample on someone I didn’t really know. It was a lunch break and some of the kids were playing cricket on the field. I had been to netball and was still wearing my netball skirt and my basketball sneakers. The skirts were sort of short black skirts, worn with a white t-shirt, and the sneakers were high top blue with white soles. If I’d known what was going to happen I might have taken my sneakers of beforehand, but it was a sudden opportunity.

There was a boy lying on the edge of the field on his stomach, watching the game. I was walking down the edge towards him, normally I would have just veered off and walked behind him, but for some reason, I decided to step over him. As I approached he didn’t notice me at all. I walked right up to him and just as I was lifting my left foot to step over him I changed my mind and plonked it down on his back. I quickly stepped up and walked over him, he squirmed a bit under my foot but I kept my balance as I walked on.

Without looking down or back I carried on, it felt great, I was almost tempted to turn around and go back. My friend later told me that he turned over on his side as I stepped off him and made to get up, but when he saw me walking on as if nothing had occurred he just lay down again. I never stepped on him again, in fact, I didn’t even know his name, but he encouraged me to keep doing it.