I don't think I ever ruined a piece of clothing throughout my childhood. Sure, I ripped a hem or two, and stained a few shirts with permanent markers or paint. But for the most part, I outgrew my clothes before I wore them out. I never, ever subjected them to the kind of abuse that 3Po and Jammy rain on their trousers and shoes every single day. Maybe I had a bigger pool of clothes to draw from and alternate. Maybe clothes and shoes were sturdier back then. I guess I wasn't as active as they are. And I'm sure I didn't go around sliding on my knees and elbows in the mud and grass and concrete. So I never ended up with shoes that are literally peeling from their soles. It took 3Po just one month to get his shoes in that state, people. ONE MONTH.
Here are a few more photos showing the destruction my sons can wreak upon their footwear:
Here are a couple more photos of the shoes -- the side views -- so you can see the cuts that I made.
If only I could give my boys' shoes a second life too! Alas, they are just too beat up to donate, but there's a drop-off box at the Nike Outlet for recycling rubber-soled shoes into rubber playground material. At least in some form, their shoes will live on.
From ashes to ashes, dust to dust... and rubber to rubber.