I started wearing shorts when I was five or six years old. My mother was working as a shop assistant in one of the nearest shops. She used to wear classic clothes – straight brown skirt and cotton white blouse. I even could call on her shop just to see her for a moment and came back home. She didn’t allow me to come up to her actually because her supervisor was very angry when his employees were busy with their friends or children. However I did it without paying attention to his remarks – I was a child and I didn’t care what he thought about my behavior. I loved mother’s job – very often she bought beautiful clothes for me and I liked to try them on before the mirror and turn into either a princess or a maiden. One day Mom took out of her holster bag a very nice thing – they were yellow shorts with five pockets and buttons on the waist. They were my first twill shorts that I loved very much. In a month or so I was invited to the birthday party by my neighbor. It was Sam who asked me to come on. There were six kids around the table but nobody was wearing shorts. I was upset and felt like “odd bird” among them. Nevertheless, I noticed kids looking at my shorts and smiling gaily. Then we began playing games – I chose a doll house and Barbie and set the doll table. I understood that the children liked my clothing very much. I was happy and coming home hugged Mom and thanked her for classic shorts.