My favorite childhood memories often involved a sleeper – that fuzzy one-piece romper that served as both pajamas and lounge wear for those aged five to ten years old. In the fall and winter, it was the cozy outfit for holidays and weekends, when a new one had shiny and slick soles that allowed you to slide across the carpet as if on ice. On Christmas vacations, my brother and I would spend days in this easy outfit, sometimes even wearing it under a snowsuit to go outside.
Come summer, the memory was a different sort; when it came time to finally put away the sleeper for the season, the sudden cool feel of sheets against naked feet was a forgotten thrill that made me appreciate the months of confinement all the more.
A magical thing, the sleeper.
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