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I grew up in Southern England during the mid 70s late 80s. My parents were  
what could best be described as "traditionalists". They were both British 
and traditionalists not just in terms of fashion/clothing but on a whole 
range of issues. From as early back as I can remember I had bare knees. In 
my early years this was not a problem, however, as I got older it did become 
one.
As a toddler and pre-schooler in the early to mid 1970's I primarily was 
dressed in a T-shirt and shorts. My shorts were grey flannel materials 
except my play shorts. My socks were usually ankle ones unless it was 
winter. I had a heavy long coat which I wore over my shorts in winter time 
but sadly that was the only protection my chapped knees ever received.
I went to a primary school. I was dressed like in grey shorts cut reasonably 
tight and reasonably short.  I wore a grey shirt, red and green striped tie, 
grey jumper, grey kneesocks and short shorts about 1inch inside leg I didn't 
wear a blazer.
I usually wore black leather tie up shoes to school. I only wore sandals,  
in the summer. Some other boys at primary did wear brown sandals, personally 
I never liked them, I never remember any of the other boys discussing them.
By primary seven (this would be about 1979) most other children my age 
(about 11 years old) were wearing long trousers to school. Not all mind you 
but most. It was at winter and I felt particularly alone My friends said 
little about it as they were used to me in my shorts at home and school, and 
as I was quite tall for my age few others did raised an eyebrow.
I don't remember thinking much about clothes as a younger boy and I didn't  
discuss them with friends. I don't think children, especially boys, were as 
interested in clothes then as they are now. However, by the time I was 13 
shorts were the subject of a few conversations with my friends. They often, 
initially told me how stupid I looked wearing shorts "at my age", 
alternatively they explained I appeared to others as 'old fashioned'. I told 
them that I acutely preferred wearing shorts.  I can remember my parents 
brought me some very brief short shorts (mid-thigh length) from Italy when 
they came back from holiday.  I was made to wear them in the summer and got 
a few comments from other boys on how short they were.
During winter time they would say  "are  you feeling cold". Or "you must be 
freezing" dressed like that.
I was in the cubs, and wore a pair of my school shorts along with the rest 
of the standard cub uniform even in the winter.  I can remember that once I 
wore a pair of black long trousers to cubs in the winter and was told that 
they weren't part of the uniform and to make sure I didn't were them again 
grey shorts were to be worn at all times.  Even when I went into the scouts 
I wore shorts all the time.
My parents made me stay in shorts  until I was 16 I only owned one  pair of 
long trousers which I wore occasionally when the weather became very cold. I 
only wore shorts with jackets, some blazers, some casual jackets as well. 
Most of my socks were knee-length, white  grey and red. Some of my jackets 
had hems lower than the bottom of my shorts. God only knows what some must 
have thought seeing me from behind, they probably thought I didn't have any 
trousers on at all.
I attended our local secondary at the age of 11 in 1980.
From 1980 I attended the local secondary school. The uniform was a black 
blazer, white shirt, black and yellow tie, grey socks and grey or black long 
or short trousers  This was where the conflict really began. To my horror, I 
immediately found that NO OTHER BOYS WORE SHORTS. None that is except me. 
Yes I was embarrassed, and yes I got hell from my peers. My parents felt 
that I should keep wearing them as they thought I look nice and smart. My 
first day was a nightmare, black blazer, tie and  grey short shorts, (about 
mid thigh length 1 inch inside leg) and knee length grey socks. As my dad 
dropped me off I felt a terrible numbness, feelings of trepidation swept 
through me. Everywhere I went I was aware of eyes following me, or rather I 
remember feeling at the time, following my legs.
Having said that by the start of second year most of the people who knew me 
had accepted me and attitudes started to change. Of course the first years I 
had a right laugh. Now this will sound strange but by now I was almost 13 
and going through adolescence. I found it increasingly embarrassing to still 
have to wear shorts. All though I actually preferred shorts to long trousers 
because you didn't get hot and sweaty in the summer.
I remember travelling to London with the scouts and still wearing shorts at 
15.  Where ever I went I would be starred at. Especially on the train 
travelling to London I remember sitting down, as my shorts were short when I 
sat down they seemed to travel up my leg even farther. I remember feeling 
like a little school boy. The people tried to be polite and not look to 
much, but I felt very embarrassed I knew from the corner of my eye they were 
continually glancing down at my shorts glancing a look at each other and 
then half smirking as if to say "I cant believe this kid is wearing shorts 
at 15".
I can remember when ever I would be driven in the car by dad. I still have 
vivid memories of these trips--especially on cold mornings. I remember the 
cold plastic vinyl sticking to the back of my bare legs. And in the summer 
when I would go to sit down I would always jump up in pain because the Vinyl 
was boiling hot that it would burn the back of my legs.
My parents explain that they thought I should wear shorts because I look 
better in them.  I suppose the motives are not far removed from the reasons 
other parents have in the past.  And of course the "aw doesn't he look cute" syndrome that only a mother could have when her son is dressed, well, cutely.
The last time I wore shorts to school was in 1984 when I was 16, I had 
started to wear long trousers at winter and had done for about 6 months. I 
still wore shorts to school when the weather was good and in the summer.
I was 15 and a half it was October and I had a discussion with my parents if 
discussion is the right word, where the issue of shorts was discussed. This 
was their deathknell--after this I became "normal"--but up until I left 
school my nickname remained "shortie".
Matthew
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