The Sleeping beauty. She got to live in a castle, was kissed by a handsome prince who cut his way through thorns and nettles that had grown a mile high in order to find her and they both lived happily ever after. When I was about 4 or 5 I used to ask my Mum why we did not live in a castle, I thought we should because my Dad used to call me princess. I only realised I was not a princess when I started school.
I got married in a castle though and had a very long train, so when I walked up steps at the reception it trailed along behind me, just like when I was little and dressed up with a curtain around my waist, as a princess.