Glitter, sequins, and shiny material covered the floor next to the old fashioned closet. Six tiny girls screamed and giggled through the collection of scarves, dresses, and large high heels, myself included. No girl looked alike. Blonde hair, brunettes, and red heads scampered around the small room with a loud debate over which make-believe they should play this time. It was either play ball at the castle again, or for once we could play something that Amy, the youngest, wanted to play. This usually consisted of playing school or working in a “real” job. Her ideas were almost always put to rest, due to the fact that the other five girls were insistent that they were to be a princess. The queen got the privilege of sitting on top of the remote controlled bed which would raise the head of the bed until the queen could literally sit above the headboard. This did not include the massage the queen received from the bed. The argument over who got to actually be the queen was always to most heated debate when all six girls stayed over at Nana’s house. Nine times out of ten, Nana had to make the decision for us. Usually competitions were held and we all competed until our repeated pleas for just one more competition were turned down. The queen was decided, while the five others groaned in despair. However, it wasn’t long until our tiny feet were padding down the hallway to get the grand ball underway and begin dancing. Laughter and screaming would fills the halls of the house again.