the grass. It's not really grass. It's more like tiny daggers that shoot up into your feet. The "grass" is there to punish he who does not wear shoes. I had to use all the lessons learned from my Sensei and train the mind. The key is to stand on one leg and focus on the leg that is in the air. 
Mind over matter. If you don't mind, it don't matter. But they really need duller grass.
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OK, so at Nagymama and Nagypapa's the people are dull and the grass is sharp. In an ideal universe, the people would be sharp and the grass would be dull.
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