Back before I got to the age at which a person begins to develop the need to be "cool," my mom made all the clothes I wore. When I was in elementary school, I thought that the fact that she made my clothes was pretty neat. I liked having clothes that nobody else owned, and I liked being able to choose how my clothes looked. I'd walk into a fabric store, choose the patterns for the style and cut of the pants and shirts I wanted, then choose the fabric out of which my mom would make the pants and shirts. One day, I decided that I no longer wanted to wear homemade clothes. I informed my mom of my decision, and even though she had been making my clothes for years, all she said was, "Okay! When would you like to go shopping?" She was not upset by the fact that I had decided all of a sudden to change what had by then become a tradition. She was not insulted by the fact that I chose clothes that were mass-produced by strangers over the clothes that she made especially for me. We went shopping for my new clothes that evening. The clothes at the stores we shopped at came in fewer colors and styles than the clothes my mom made, but I didn't care. I was happy to be making my own decisions. I didn't care about anything else. The idea that limited choices might be a bad thing never crossed my mind. I've never had another shopping experience like that. Now, when I buy clothes, I'm never happy with how the clothes look, but I buy them anyway. When I try the clothes on, I'm reminded that the clothes I buy never fit as well as the clothes my mom made for me. When I walk outside, I see that I'm wearing the same thing as everybody else.

The reader can infer

A. that the author loves his or her mother very much. B. that the author prefers homemade clothes over store-bought clothes. C. that the author made lots of new friends after he or she got new clothes. D. that the author felt "cool" after he or she got his or her new clothes.