I had this silly pair of lightweight coveralls that I wore all the time as a kid. They were an old pair that my dad had worn for a job at some point and time in his life. They were a light brown.
I found them crumpled up in the clean laundry one day and asked if I could have them. My mom told me it was fine, since he didn't need them anymore. She said they'd be perfect for playing outside in and that they'd keep my clothes from getting dirty. That was all the permission I needed! My mom hated it when I'd come home dirty.
I took a scissors to the arms and legs and cut them down to my size; I'll be honest, I did a terrible job, but I was, like, eight years old, so I can't be too hard on myself.
I loved those lightweight coveralls! The minute I would get home from school, before I did any homework, I'd put them on and go tumbling outside in the backyard by the shallow river.