Over at Whoorl’s blog she asks her readers to write about their favorite childhood item.
What was my favorite childhood item?
My Batgirl Underoos.
I got them for Christmas when I was 4 and I was jumping up and down with excitement. I wanted them for the longest, longest time and begged and begged to get a pair.
I was also very clear that I wanted BATGIRL Underroos, NOT Wonder Woman Underoos.
Why, you ask?
Batgirl Underoos looked like a bikini while Wonder Woman Underroos looked more like a one piece. Since I knew that my mom thought two-piece swimsuits were of the Devil, I knew there was no way on earth she would ever let have one, so I HAD to have the Batgirl kind.
I asked for Santa to bring them for Christmas. I hoped that he would and although I was nervous, I thought my chances were high. I mean, it was underwear, right? It’s not like I could shoot my eye out with them or anything. Although, now that I think about it, the fact that my most coveted gift was UNDERWEAR just kind of makes me depressed.
I didn’t have high aspirations, did I?
Anyway, Christmas day came and I ran down to see what Santa had laid out for me on the sofa.
I GOT THEM.
(That’s me, on the right. The other person that looks a bit like me is my twin sister. She got them, too.)
I still remember that Christmas. They were my favorite thing on the planet. They made me feel pretty and awesome ‘possum.
I LIVED in those things. I absolutely loved them. When I was a kid I didn’t really have any friends and so I lived a lot in my head and these blue and yellow babies were a major player in my fantasy world. I was so many things when I wore them-A super hero, a famous actress, a super-famous French horn player (What can I say? I was a weird kid.).
All was pretty well until the weather turned warm and I began wearing them outside like a swimsuit. Sunbathing, climbing cherry trees, playing in the sandpile, jumping on the trampoline and running up and down our street. I can’t tell you the times that I heard “LORALEE! DON’T YOU RUN AROUND THE NEIGHBORHOOD IN YOUR UNDERWEAR!!!!!” Things got really bad when I started going “European” and running around the neighborhood topless.
My poor mother had her hands full raising me. I think I was nine before I stopped twirling around on the choir stand at church to show off my ruffle-butt underwear with the pink and blue bows on them.
One day, my Bat Girl Underoos SUSPICIOUSLY DISAPPEARED.
My mother said that they were “Lost”.
Now that I am the mother of two boys and responsible for many, MANY…ehem…”LOST” items, I smell shenanigans and am not sure that I believe this explanation any longer.
If anyone knows if they have adult sized Bat Girl Underoos, let me know.
I would TOTALLY buy another pair.