I could tell you one story. It was the early 50's and I was just a little girl about 6 years old. My aunt was getting married and I was her flower girl. My mother bought me a beautiful yellow gown to wear, I could still remember it. I loved it. Well, everything went well at the rehearsal. The next day at the wedding when we marched down the aisle, it was still ok, but then I stepped on the lace on my gown when we had to kneel for prayer and pulled it apart in the front of my dress. I thought it was neat because I could then play with it and no one was watching me. Then walking down the aisle I was first again and realized that no body told me what to do when we get to the back of the church so I just kept walking and went right back in the car that I came in. lol Nobody saw me do that and they were all looking for me, my sister finally found me sitting in the car. I guess there was a big fuss, but to me it was a reasonable thing to do, just go back in the car I came in. lol The marriage tuned to be a good one and they had a set of twins and then another baby after that.