Oh How I hate to admit this , but you girls have brought back a very funny memory .(We are still in "girl talk arent we?)
My mother simply would not buy me a training bra, she said I didnt need one yet and that was that so.......
I went down stairs to my aunt Rosies house who lived on the first floor, went sneaking thru her drawers (the dresser kind) when she wasant looking, and found an old brassiere of hers and ran with it as fast as I could! I think that bra must have been a size 48 D cause I safety pinned it in a million places to make it fit and stuffed the cups with bobby socks. But the worst was yet to come, I put on a chiffon type see thru blouse and paraded around the neighborhood proudly. OMG Im turning red just thinking about it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Can you imagine what the neighbors must have thought?????? What on earth possesed me?????
