Little girl with big bows and matching shoes

I was a long awaited for little girl, my mom could not get pregnant after the birth of my second brother. My mother went to a doctor and with the help of hormone injections she became pregnant with me. With this my mother would always tell me that I was a pain in the butt (the injection site) even prior to birth.. When at last my mother became pregnant with her third child, her and my dad hoped for a girl and a guess dreams come true, for I was born, yet I am sure I was more of a nightmare for them especially during my teen years... My mother treated me as a very young child like a doll, dressing me up with the best of clothing with matching shoes, hats, coats and gloves. Ribbons in my "sausage curled hair" and dresses with big bows in the back. Enter in my first episodes of conflict with my mother, the bows on the back of my dresses. Although I could not see what these bows looked like behind me, I always insisted that my mother was not tying them correctly, causing me to cry, rant and rave that she did not do it right! So great was my frustration that I would go to the neighbor in the apartment below us and have her tie my bows. I would then come back into my home and smile at my mother and say, now the bow is good... My mother would tell me that the bow was actually crooked and twisted, probably it was since the woman doing the tying had 6 kids and could less about what a bow looked like, preferring to just make sure her kids had clothing on... This woman in the apartment below was named Nancy, she was one of my mom's best friends. Nancy had a large family and I adopted her as a second mom as a child. I would run away to Nancy's house ever so often, Every night I would go there and take a spoonful of cod liver oil with her children, only doing so because after you took this you got a cookie. The oil tasted gross, but I loved the cookie. Of course my mom said she would buy me a box of cookies and I did not have to take the cod liver oil. In typical fashion I said no to her and continued to do my own thing. I also remember as a pre-schooler I wore many bonnets, my mom liked hats. I remember I was bribed a lot to do things, never really wanting to do what I was told to do, so my mom would offer bribes to me. My dad did not bribe me he just gave me whatever I wanted. For the most part I was the tail that waged the dog with my parents. Yet my being spoiled paled to how my eldest brother was spoiled, he being the first born son. This brother, Tom had all his clothing custom made from scratch by a tailor, he had the skiing lessons, pilot's license lessons, parachuting for sport, all types of hunting equipment was even purchased a farm in Upstate New York to hunt on. He was given anything he wanted at anytime. I being a girl was given things but only those things appropriate for a girl, (it was a different time). My brother Joe was the one caught in between the first born son and the little princess, yet Joe did well for himself also he just had to work a little harder for it. I also remember the hoop slip, this was a slip or part of a fancy dress a young child would wear and through the hem of the garment a wire was threaded through. So when you wore the dress or slip it made the garment flare out like a bell. Of course when you sat down it also flew up like a bell. These things were not comfortable or flattering to say the least. For some reason I remember the outfit I wore on my first plane ride... back then going on a plane was a high class thing to do... so one got dressed up. I remember I had a sailor suit on, I also remember the plane hit a turbulent and the stewardess carrying my chocolate milk tripped and spilled it on me, I was ticked... I never liked getting dirty, never, I always needed to be clean or at least try to. Nor could you look at me as a child I would get very annoyed if you looked at me, as if I were royalty and you had no right to cast your eyes upon me. I would clearly voice my displeasure with anyone who "looked" at me or voice it to my parents that someone is looking at me and they need to stop. Hence my whole life I liked nice things and clothing, yet I do not need them if I have them it is good, if not it is okay. I actually of the attitude now, that it is not the clothing that makes the person but the person that makes the clothing. You need to be confident in yourself not in that, which you wear... still if I can get dressed to the nines, I will and get competitive with it as well... it is a girl thing, the little girl in me still lives she just does not come out and play as much as she did before...