Billie Jean King: You know, he’s really strict. So, I got out of it. My mother is mortified because she thinks— My mom thought, “Oh, I mean, I read the rules. You’re supposed to wear all white. I had no idea about a tennis dress or, you know, a tennis skirt.” And of course, I’m thinking, this is not a way to get a child into tennis. I’m thinking, you are so— I probably said stupid in my head, but I said, “Mommy,” I whispered to her. I remember I went over and talked— Well, I talked softly. I go, “Mommy, don’t you worry about this. We’ll show him someday.” Just— “Oh, I’m just so sorry I didn’t do it right for you.” I said, “You did it great. The rules say all white. I’m wearing all white.” I said, “Don’t worry.” In my head, I’m thinking, I’m going to be number one someday, and I’m going to wear whatever I want, and you better let me in the— you know, I’m like getting all riled up. And so my mother’s— So that night, my mother went home and started, uh, sewing a dress for me. And my brother and I talked the other day, and my brother Randy goes, “You know, you remember when mom was down on the floor with the cup making scallops on your, on your hem of your dress?” I said, “Yep, I— yes, I do.” I’ll never forget that night as long as I live. I was so angry, though.