I grew up, well was raised, in England in the North of London. Even then I had a fashion sense and liked to look my best. My brother Mugwump saw clothes more as something to soak up the blood and dirt from scrapes and contact sports.
I should really have cropped out the socks. Remember we were camping and hiking in the Rockies.
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