When I was little, I knew JUST what I was going to do when I grew-up: I was going to be a princess. And here's a list of all the things I was going to do:
1. Wear big, beautiful gowns. EVERY day. With a massive bejeweled crown of gold. Or that cone-shaped hat with the flowy-material coming out of the top.
2. Ride ponies all day.
3. Host big banquets with all the ladies and gentlemen of the land, drinking from golden goblets, eating turkey drumsticks.
4. Live in a castle. With a moat. And lily pads.
5. Visit the other neighbouring princes and princesses once a week or so, depending on the weather (nobody likes a wet pony).
6. Host big balls with live orchestral music and dance carefully on glass slippers.
7. Frolic about in the nearby woods, picking orchard apples and pears and cherries, painting the distant mountains on an easel.
8. Get saved from a dragon by a charming knight clad in silver chain mail and wielding a sword heavier than me.
9. Sit on a throne. Wave a glittery scepter.
10. Have hundreds of pets. But mostly talking parrots and baby puppies.
Can anyone relate to this? I wasn't being TOO outrageous, was I?