Someone just made a joke and it reminded me that at some point in my childhood one or both of my brothers told and convinced me that I was found in a box by the back door.
For a while, I hoped (or naturally assumed?) that it would turn out that I was actually a princess, since, you know, these weren't my *real* parents after all.
Seeing as I'm nearly fifty, I think it's safe to say that the long lost royals aren't actually looking for me and I probably wasn't actually found in a box. (Although I may have come home from the hospital in something similar to a box.... this being the seventies after all! Wow... does it ever make me feel old to say it that way!)
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