mother bought them for me for my birthday after I told her that I would like some colorful tights to add spunk to my mostly neutral winter attire. These babies took their first spin on my legs while we were up in Oregon. When I put them on in the morning, I looked down on my legs and thought, "These really remind me of something."
Throughout the day, whenever I looked down, I could not shake a feeling that these tights represented something that I could not put my finger on. Suddenly that evening, it came to me. I stood up and asked, "Doug, who am I?" He just looked confused. I guess I didn't really give him much guidance as to what kind of answer I was looking for. He could have said, "Lizzie", "my wife", "a princess", "the most amazing woman in the world." All would have been true.
Then I said, "I'll never grow up, not me!" Silly Lizzie, you are Peter. (Said in my best British accent so that it sounds like "Pea-tah."