When Momof12 (she uses this as an Internet pseudonym) was in high school she joined a beauty contest in our small hometown. I only remember two things from the pageant as I'd have been only 8 or 9 at the time. Her memory of the event is recorded here. The first thing that I remember was that she didn't win. The second thing was that that horrible Sylvia Finlayson (whoever that was) did-- or maybe she placed, I don't know, but boy, did we blame her.
I remember being so sad that my sister hadn't won, that I did what any little brother would do. I made a fancy tiara from paper. I cut a band to go around her head, and pasted a diamond shaped paper to the front. I colored the band silver with an old crayon. The "jewel" was colored gold. (Yes, it was every bit as beautiful as it sounds.) I distinctly remember giving it to her and saying: "You can at least be my Princess."
Is that the sappiest, crappiest story you've every heard, or what? And I'll bet she doesn't remember a word of it!