I've been many places in my life of 18 years. I've done many things, seen many people. I participate in family functions, am involved with the State Tribes Tournament team (http://www.gamebb.com/stt/), and have been involved with numerous other clubs and teams. Basketball, soccer, chess, tennis; you name it, I've probably done it. I traveled frequently with my parents until age 12, when I was old enough to say I was tired of it. There was one place I hadn't been, however, one place I wanted to go to. It was Hawaii.
             Ever since I was little, I always turned my parents down when they gave me the opportunity to go to Hawaii. I made up some stupid excuse, none of which I can remember. I don't know why I did it, either. My father's side of the family has all lived there at one time or another, and not seeing what could have shaped my current family in my current opinion was asinine on my part. Why didn't I go to find this? That all changed, however, in the summer of 1999, when I visited Hawaii for the first time. One thing interested me very much, and I have chosen to write this paper after it. It is the Hawaiian monarchy.
             I didn't know it until my later years, but my aunt was a caretaker at Queen Emma's Palace on Oahu. Many people are interested in this, a group in fact, and I am one of them. No, I don't belong to any formal membership-type groups about this subject, but rather like to learn about it on my own. Being an introvert by nature, I appreciate this.
             I remember visiting Queen Emma's palace on Oahu with my parents. We drove up in our rental car, a Ford Taurus I believe, and I was amazed to see how small the palace was. It was no bigger than two classrooms, with a new gift shop added to the side. We entered the palace, and were stunned to find not Hawaiian-style furnishings, but rather traditional Victorian décor. I was captivated. I had n...