Going through some old posts (hopefully this isn't a problem here as it is on some other sites)...
I grew up in the 1960s in a middle-class neighborhood and back then, only the "well-to-do" had clothes dryers. Everybody had clotheslines and it was wonderful because you could ride your bike through the neighborhood on a sunny day, look at the clothes on the lines, and figure out which other kids still wore diapers.
I lived next door to a girl, my age, who still wore them at night until we were in Third Grade (and maybe longer than that--we moved away that year). Every wash day you saw them out on the line. Her mother would never let any of the other kids go back to her bedroom to play. In retrospect I wonder if this was because she had stacks of diapers and a big, full, smelly diaper pail in there?
One day I went over there to play and this girl was sitting out on her porch, in a white shirt and red tartan-patterned shorts, in the middle of a big puddle of pee, bragging about how she liked to "pee with her britches on". This made me so excited that I then ran home, hid in my room and tried it myself. This is one of the many early experiences that led to me loving diapers and wet pants (and there's more to this story which I'll have to tell sometime).
I've always wondered what became of her and if she grew up to become an ABDL? I guess we'll never know.