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