When I was a kid, I looked forward to getting new clothes for Christmas. At 5’1 in sixth grade, I was pretty tall for my age, and my clothes, especially my pants, couldn’t keep up.
I didn’t get a lot of clothes, maybe a couple shirts and a new pair of jeans, but it meant the world to a socially conscious girl that didn’t want to be teased about her flood pants.
Almost thirty years…
What a wonderful story!
Thank you, Susan!