I remember the first time I slept without any underwear. This was when we visited Mamaw’s house (Daddy’s mother) in the summers. We would go three or four times a year in pairs to spend the night. She told us to take our underwear off so we could “breathe”. Of course, we thought this was very odd, but did as she asked. It felt strange to us until we got used to it and then we laid awake half the night wondering why we had to wear underwear at home. Of course, we knew why. We had cramped quarters at our house and many people around.
We would lie in bed and watch the lights from the highway run across the walls until we fell asleep, occasionally hearing the whistle of the freight train. The railroad tracks were on the other side of the highway, so very close to my grandparent’s house.
Do you remember the first time you slept without underwear?