I'm from the era of long brown stockings which I had to wear FOREVER. I would get to school and roll them down to my ankles and there would be that large ungainly do-nut, made walking difficult. Than on the way home, roll them back up so folks don't know I didn't smother in them all day. I had a friend later in life that had the same experience in life and she wrote a poem about it. I would include it but it is still over at the farm.