Mya Laliberte
Straub
Humanities I
2/12/19
When I was in first and second grade I would only wear pants I referred to as “comfy pants” and if my mom put me in jeans I would scream and shout. I claimed they were uncomfy, and itchy. So I set myself on only wearing leggings (with fun patterns of course) and joggers. They had to have hearts, stripes, or just be neon colored to be considered wearable. Weird right? An obsession that would last for a year, through two grades. I guess it makes sense comfortable fabric for my pants equalled easy access to being comfortable to have fun and play all day. You can’t do that in jeans. You can not reach your full playground potential in jeans, it’s nearly impossible.
The clearest memory I have of this “era” in my life is going to an Orioles game in Baltimore, Maryland with my family. We were at my aunt’s house just outside of Baltimore and we were nearing the end of our visit and I realized the most depressing thing I had faced in my seven years of life. My comfy pants supply was running low. I felt very sad about this but also angry. How could mama Shelli not wash my comfy pants, how could she even dare pack me jeans in the first place?
I proceed to try to put on a dirty pair but mama Shelli stopped me in my tracks and put me in these loose fitting blue jeans. As you can probably expect I was not a happy camper. We walked in the stadium as I was screaming and crying jumping up and down yelling, “uggh They are itchy and uncomfortable I need to change.” My mom tried to help, “Mya it is gonna be ok look around you everyone wears jeans, calm down.” But nothing could solve this very large problem. So I decided to cause a scene as usual because I saw it as the only way fit to get my way. I didn’t though and I suffered through the game wearing my blue jeans, my loose blue jeans.
The phase continued for awhile after, all was well. Until one morning a realized I was OUT of comfy pants. It was a frantic morning in the Laliberte household so my parents convinced me to wear jeans just this once. I was wearing blue skinny jeans probably from “The Children’s Place,” and a white tank top with a pink crop top over from Justice that said Gymnast, Gymnast, Gymnast. I wasn’t a gymnast, the most I could to was a cartwheel but I thought I was one, part of the reason a needed comfy pants. I remember walking up the stairs to the lunch room as Mrs. L walked by with the Kindergarten class. I was strutting my stuff in my blue jeans and as she passed by I said, “These jeans really are not that bad,” and that marked the end of the comfy pants era.
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