Oh Pants!

When I was little, like most little kids, I grew at an extraordinary rate. It seems like the search for clothing that fits was a never ending quest. Especially pants. I can't count the hours that were spent at outlets and department stores combing the rack trying to find small and tall pants (Note that I did not say "Big and Tall" because I was/am not big). Most of the pants I did find were used until they became too holey and then they became cutoff shorts.

It is no wonder that I put holes in my jeans. That is a natural consequence of trying to turn regular old dead grass into a makeshift slip-n-slide. I had no problem crawling around on my knees to play with a toy car or truck. My sister and I even went through a phase where we would hold our ankles and walk around the house on our knees. I'm sure we will pay for that some day.

One of the more memorable times I ruined a pair of pants had to be one Sunday evening. Sometimes my dad would bring home an appliance box for us kids to play in. We would use it as a fort, furniture, anything our minds could imagine. We had such a box on this Sunday and I was playing in it. I was also wearing my practically new Sunday pants (A nice pair of dark trousers). It didn't take long to figure out that slacks are slick on cardboard. So I merrily spent the evening sliding around in the box. The act of sliding produced quite a bit of friction and before I knew it I had melted/burned/torn/worn a hole in each knee of my trousers. My mom was NOT happy!