Mine was a tiny sliver of metal. No clue where it came from but it was really, really tiny. Couldn’t get it worked out for myself so I had to break down and go to a doctor. Even he had a hard time finding it and getting it out. Guess I’ll never know from whence it came
I was in a riot once in 1979. I was barefoot. Ran all over the park for hours. The park was packed with stickers which I simply didn’t notice because of the adrenaline. Boy, I noticed it the next day.
My brothers foot. To this day my head still suffers severe trauma, and when ever I see his foot I immediately s### my pants and scream “Witness me!” whilst running down the street naked and staining my teeth with silver spray paint.
A little life advice: NEVER step on a siblings foot, you will regret it.
Somehow I stepped on a nail in such a way that it got stuck in my heel. That sucked. Stepped on Legos and glass before too. Legos hurt a lot initially but it goes away. Glass is painful only when you keep walking on it. The cure is to dig it out, which is fun too.