I find the best times in life are never planned--they just happen.  Who could plan falling into a pile of leaves on a crisp, sky-blue autumn day or floating twigs down a street gutter after a rain storm?  Well, the same goes for the time my father caught me playing "dress-up" and swept me away in his strong arms to the Prince's Grand Ball right there in our kitchen.  Times like those are seared in my memory.  There was nothing so fine as when I was Dancin' with Daddy.