I’d always wanted to be a princess. /
My doll is a pretty pink princess, complete with jewels and lace. /
The story of how I got her has become legend in my family.
It wasn’t a huge, momentous occasion, but it’s something that’s stuck around for years. /
It comes with a bit of teasing for my parents as well and we all know how satisfying that can be. /
When I was 11, my entire family went to Venice on vacation. /
The day before we found my doll, / my sister and I were bored.
…So bored, that we decided / to play on the tables left in the plaza near our hotel.
We ran along them, climbed over them, / basically made monkeys of ourselves. /
Then we got stopped by a roar from our dad. Literally. A roar. /
“Get off the table!” he shouted at us, “merchants use those!” /
“Get down!” /
We got down when we saw how upset this was making him /
We went into the hotel we were staying at, / played cards for a bit, / and went to sleep.
We woke up in the morning, getting ready for the day /
We left the hotel for our last day in Venice.
And what we saw when we opened the door / was a teeming crowd of people. /
There were merchants and ladies and little children with flushed faces…
…All standing / on the long line of wooden tables. /
We were all quiet for a while, my sister and I smug, my parents struck dumb with surprise. /
Then, finally, my dad recovered somewhat, shook himself, and muttered, “Well, would you look at that…” /
With that, my sister and I dashed up onto the table, waiting politely for my parents to join us. /
My sister and I settled down from our excitement and started walking along the tables, continuously glancing under us at the plaza’s stones and buildings stuck in the water.
As my eyes explored the vista again, / that’s when I saw it.
A little push-cart, out in the middle of the water, / filled with princesses. /
My dad and I waded through the water to the cart /
I picked my favorite one: a pink, parasol-ed, porcelain princess with golden hair.
That is the story of how I got my princess doll. /
While we continuously rib our parents about this story during family gatherings, /
…How I got over my princess obsession is another story. /
Let’s just say…I learned that being a princess might be more dangerous than it looked.