As a child my parents worked, so I was the quintessential latch lock kid. Sometimes when my mom was at work, I would sneak back in to the apartment and spend the day wearing all my sisters clothes. Carefully opening the packages of her brand new pantyhose. You had to be so careful so you could seal it up again in half way decent shape, fold the nylons or pantyhose as close to the way the factory did it so that you aroused no suspicion. Seriously it was good training for becoming a jewel thief or some other robbing criminal. Glad to say I was relegated to the low standard of a thief because of my irresistible urge to dress, which I am sure some of you can relate. The chances I took just for a little time en femme. Remembering helps me appreciate what I have today.