When I was very small, I had a wonderful jacket with many interesting pockets. See story. Years ago, of course, boys were clothed in little dresses until a certain age, and girls did not wear trousers, no matter how old they were. Fortunately, for the sake of both comfort and decency, I escaped that fate.
I used to especially enjoy this old poem my mother would read to me from my Great-Aunt Amelia's scrapbook, since it had my name in it.
<>S'pose you thought I was a girl
<>But I never, never was.
<>'Fraid of dogs 'n' firecrackers,
<>Like to wear gold rings with lockets,
<>Bess says she don't need one,
<>Where'd I keep my ginger-cakes!
<>Fishing-hooks an' bait, an' string,
<>Girls can have their rings an' lockets
From The Christian Work and Evangelist