1. I could sing “Someday My Prince Will Come” in the original key. I still can.
2. I could do a slow two-step waltz that was pretty respectable – well, at least as long as I was leading. (Hey! Give me a break! I never stepped on any partner’s feet.)
3. I took Home Economics in high school. If push came to shove, I could have cooked and kept house for seven short working class guys who were probably too tired and hungry to care much about what they ate or how the house looked, anyway.
4. I wouldn’t have minded sitting next to a fireplace. Unfortunately, we never had one.
5. I dreamed of getting dressed up in floor-length, flouncy dresses with my hair in a beautiful up-do. Later in life, I got this out of my system by becoming an opera singer and prancing around onstage in various getups, including long, flouncy dresses. You soon find out just how uncomfortable one of those can be when you have had it on for more than a half-hour.
6. I had plenty of experience dealing with ugly old witches. A couple of my high school teachers fit that job description pretty well.
7. Although my godparents were very sweet people, I would have loved to have a fairy godmother with magical powers who could conjure up all kinds of great presents, even if some of them would only last until midnight.
8. I deserved to be kissed by a handsome prince who would fall madly in love with me. We would get married, have lots of hot, wild sex on the beach, the roof, the kitchen table and his private jet, have a few well-behaved, obedient kids and eventually rule a whole kingdom. Not bad for a working-class girl.