When I was really young, I don't remember exactly how old I was. I'm guessing five. Anyway, I was the flower girl at my aunt's wedding. I got to wear a pretty little white dress and a nice poofy headband and I loved it, just as any little girl would. (I loved to dress up.) So, the ceremony begins, she walks down the aisle, and I stand next to her, the entire time, just stroking her satin dress. Unfortunately, I was patting her behind the whole time. It's on tape and everything... I loved how soft the dress was so I just stroked her butt through the whole thing. (Of course, I have no recollection of this part of the wedding, but everyone likes to joke about it when they talk about her wedding.) What I do remember is the wedding reception afterwards. There was a nice dance floor and a band and pretty tables with nice centerpieces on them and everything. The lighting was dim and the spotlights were bright, and the room was gigantic. I remember going over to look at the wedding cake and admiring the little dolls on top. Someone came up to me (it was probably my mom) and told me that she would come get me when they cut the cake. (She didn't want me to stick my fingers in it or anything, so might as well get the little critter away from the darned thing, right?) So I went back out on the dance floor and danced with my sister and a few other kids that were there. By the time I came back, the cake was all gone. My mom had forgotten to get me. I was so upset I didn't get any of the pretty wedding cake. I cried and cried... until one of the waiters felt sorry for me. He gave me one of the glasses from the party to make me feel better. I still have that glass, and it's sitting in the cupboard right now. I don't let anybody use it but me. It's one of the oldest glasses in the house. (Mom has a habit of breaking them.) So I don't know which is better; getting a piece of cake or getting a glass to keep. For me, the latter is better since I don't really like cake anymore. :P