The King and Queen of Sweden waved at me (and thousands of other people) yesterday. I have never seen royalty before. I didn't wave back - they are not my king and queen, after all - but I was there to look, curious as everyone else. As not even our own President bothers to travel to this backwater very often, it was a historic occasion.
Wouldn't be much fun to be a king. You have nothing to do but travel around and then don't even get to wander around a strange town and sun-bathe on the beach and buy local fruit and bread for a picnic. You get shown around all the world's boring factories and schools, pose in pictures and have to make speeches without saying anything of importance except how delighted you are to be there.
Even worse to be a queen and be there as the spouse. All you do is follow your husband around and when he's done answering the reporters' questions on what he thinks of the town, you get to reply to questions like "what would you say to all the little girls who dream of being a queen?"
One little girl who was there in the crowd, however, was asked by a reporter whether she would like to be a queen. She hung her head shyly. "No... I would much rather be a human being."
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