It was January, 1957. I was thirteen. And I was about to become a grown-up girl…at least, in my mind. Several older friends, including Other Brenda and Suzanne, had begun wearing hose the year before and, though I begged Mama to allow me to do the same, she refused. Mama said I was too young for hose and I had to continue wearing the childish lace-trimmed anklets for another year! I was mortified…
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