I'd have three "favorite" memories in a kilt.

The first time I wore a kilt -- a box pleated solid black kilt. It was a light-weight saxony wool, but wonderfully comfortable in the summer. Wore it to near tatters. Still have it ...

Piping at my mom's funeral. My first time wearing a tank. It was rented [Black Stwart], because mine hadn't come in by then.

Piping for my sister's wedding, leading the processional out. I also led her and her husband through the Quaich ceremony.