When I was a little girl I used to dream of fairy tale kingdoms with princes and princesses and dragons. I would make up intricate tales of adventure and romance where the prince would over come great odds to rescue the princess. He was as great a hero as anyone had ever created, my prince, and he loved the princess dearly. In the end, the princess always got shot to death.

When I was older I realized there were never guns in fairy tales, I should have stabbed her.

Why do I always get everything wrong?