I was 17 when I bought my own. It was very expensive but I had a very well, incredibly well, paying job that summer. I wore it around, got married in it. I still have it, it's too small. Sometimes I think of selling it but I'm sentimental. One day I'll be older, thin and frail and I'll fit it again. Make it part of my ninetieth birthday promise: parachute, tattoo, heroin and all kilted.