In elementary school, I chose Princess Diana's wedding for my fifth grade slide show topic. To see the glass carriage and the twenty-foot train, Americans had to wake up at 4 AM and tune in to any major network. As a young girl, I was obsessed with the story of her wedding, so I dutifully cut out magazine photos, made slides, and wrote the script for my slide show. The slides were all muddied and the show was pretty much a disaster, but I still love the memory of poring over photos, choosing the perfect ones to share with my audience. Almost two decades later, I heard the news of her car accident while at my then boyfriend, now husband's house. We fell asleep only to be awoken a few hours later to have my future father-in-law tell us the sad news that Diana had died.
