Daddy often referred to me as princess, so as I was growing up (at least until the age of four or so), it never really occurred to me that I wasn't one. It was also about that time when I remember watching Roman Holiday from the green-covered day-bed in Charlotte, North Carolina. It was the first movie I can remember watching--ever, really. I wanted to be Audrey Hepburn and a princess and in Rome. Not a bad set of goals for a young girl. During our last sojourn, we lived above a prince. That's pretty close for one who's not a blue-blood, don't you think? Join me for my own Roman Holiday but don't expect to catch me on a Vespa. We'll leave that to the movies!
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