My sister is eighteen months older than me. I have a vague memory of her and some other girl putting me in a dress and something to cover my short hair and walking down the sidewalk dressed. It's such a vague memory that I don't think it really had anything to do with my dressing starting in my fifties. I think I was about six years old at the time. I don't remember minding dressing as a girl, but I don't remember being particularly excited either. It was just a diversion for a couple of hours back in the early sixties.
