So, here I am Christmas morning ca.1981 in my one-piece "footie pajamas", although we always called them "blanket sleepers". What I remember distinctly about these pajamas, is that they had one long zipper down the front, from the neck all the way past the groin and half way to the knee. The reason I remember that is, using the bathroom before bed one evening, I failed to clear the zipper.
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Not only did I manage to catch skin in the zipper, I was then forced to run the shuttle back down over that bit of skin a second time, to get out of it. I guess I didn't think to just ask dad to tear the zipper open, but rather took care of the matter quietly by myself.
Must have been about age 6-7, and it is the first and last time that ever happened... indeed the last time that will
ever happen. I've been zippering with more care every day of the 45 years since.