I remember the dress and how I felt in it. Exposed. And unsafe. My little sister had one too.
This also reminds me of one time during church, I was the oldest of four, and my parents were not sitting with us at the moment. The service hadn't started yet, and people were still being seated. Some of the other 3 siblings started to fight, and I stood up sat between the 2 who were fighting. After church, an old man/woman? came up and told my parent/s? what a good little mother I was... sitting between the dueling sibs without a word, and stopping the child war.