When I was little, I had this princess dress. It was a Halloween costume, and I wore it every year that I could until I grew out of it. But even between Halloweens I would wear it, to the store, to the park. Everywhere. I even had this little tiara. I kind of regret doing it now because that's my mom's favorite story to tell people. She just loves telling people about how I used to be a little princess, even shows pictures to my friends and boyfriends, which makes me want to crawl into a hole in die, but I suppose that's what parents are for. Embarrassing the crap out of you!