I remember when I was 6 I was made to be a page boy. I was to wear a kilt and frilly blouse. As it was a lengthy trip I was told I had to wear a pullup as I occasionally had accidents and was a bedwetter (hence the pullups for nightime usually). Also as it was quite chilly, my mum bought some white tights for me to keep my legs warm.
I remember it was exciting to be wearing tights and a "skirt" and also one of my pullups. I felt so special in my outfit and got lots of oohs and ahhs. It was one of the best days of my life. Soon after I started ballet so got to wear tights again which I still love today. Oh by the way, I needed the pulluup hehehe.
