When I was a kid, my mother refused to let me wear "Dungarees". By high school, I bought my first pair of Levis. Now, 60ish years later I still wear them and have a pair on right now.
I’ve been wearing Levi’s since I was a toddler. I can still see my Dad on his knees in front of me rolling up the cuffs on my stiff, new unwashed blue Levi’s with a Chesterfield hanging off of his lip. Mine and my little brother’s legs were so short that Dad had to cut some of the bottom of the legs off with a razor blade the first time we wore a new pair before he rolled up the cuffs.
Since I retired in the Summer of 2005 jeans are my daily uniform. I seldom wear any other kind of pant.