The last time I was in a hospital, was the only time I was in one. Dad, and I suppose Mom, were here with me, doing whatever it is that parents do with their newborn children. As the story goes, they were certain of two things before I was born. Number One – that I was going to be a girl, even though they hadn’t seen the results of the ultrasound test beforehand. They just had a gut feeling. Number Two – that I was going to be famous. I guess one out of two isn’t so bad.