Ah, well do I remember the clothes I loved and wanted to wear every single fricking day. When I was seven, for example, it was a matching periwinkle sweatsuit with a whole arctic-type scene with polar bears on the front of the sweatshirt and an igloo on the knee of the sweatpants.

The best, though, would have to be the story I overheard on the subway once, of a girl who had a t-shirt her father gave her that she wore constantly when she was little. It said "This girl is different" the front, which is all very well and good, but then it had a bunch of stick figures having sex all over the back. Looking back, she found this no end odd. O_o