05/28/2013 12:03 pm ET Updated Jul 28, 2013

I Am Not A Disney Princess

When I was little, I had three dreams: to become the first female shortstop in Major League Baseball, to marry former Yankees first baseman Tino Martinez and to play a princess at Walt Disney World. My lack of hand-eye coordination and Martinez's wife and children put the first two ambitions out of reach, but the third stayed with me.

Since I was 3 years old, my family has visited Walt Disney World almost every year. We're one of those families that refuses to vacation anywhere else. We consider getting a beer at each of EPCOT's national pavilions a horizon broadening experience. When I was little, we waited in line to do meet-and-greets with the Disney princesses. I'd approach Belle in her iridescent gown, or Ariel in her brassiere made of bivalve remains, and present them with my autograph book, marveling at how cheerful, and dainty and ladylike they were. As a neurotic, tomboyish 7-year-old, I found them nothing less than magical.

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