When was the very first time you passed? For me, it was when I was six or seven. I was wearing my brother's clothes, as I always did, and I went to the newsagent's for sweets and little kids' comics. As I was handing my pocket money over, my mother came in. The newsagent said to her, "your son's very polite. Every time he comes in here, he's always well-mannered". The newsagent was starting to ramble about all the noisy and rude kids he got in there when my mother "corrected" him that I was her "daughter". I never went to that newsagent's again.