Yes, you read that right. Because, while the whole world has been watching the hoopla over the birth of Prince George this week (understandably so; I’ve been into it as much as anyone), today’s childhood memory is of the birth of his father, Prince William.
Prince William is Born
I clearly remember the day of Prince William’s birth. And now, he is 31, and a father himself. How can this be?
I was away from home at Hoosier Girls State, a program designed to groom confident young women into leaders. I was not remotely confident, at least not in an out-there aggressive way, but I was smart and well-liked by my teachers, which I assume got me the coveted nomination.
So there I was, at Indiana State University, sitting through hours-long meetings where we were urged to campaign and run for various offices. Pretty awful stuff for an introvert — I’d prefer to have stayed in my room and read a book. Or, as was the case on June 21, stayed in front of a TV.
Of course, I’m just dreaming on that account, because in 1982 there were no 24/7 news stations like today. No internet. But somehow I’d heard that Princess Diana had gone to the hospital that morning to have her expected baby. I remember sharing this with any girls sitting around me who would listen. I may have had little incentive to run for Girls State Governor, but by golly I’d share the royal gossip.
When I heard of the baby boy’s arrival (he wasn’t named until a week later), I was so excited. It had been less than a year since the royal wedding of Charles and Diana, and my enthusiasm was still at fever pitch.
Do you remember when Prince William was born? Any memories to share?