A childhood belief about ghosts

I, like most kids of the time, was a big believer of the "Bloody Mary" trick. My friend and I finally worked up the courage to do it, and we began chanting the infamous words, "Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary,"
Just then, my mother (who was also named Mary) popped in, wondering what on earth we were doing in the bathroom with a tea candle.
My friend's overactive imagination came up with the story that I was a descendant of Mary Tudor, and therefore, whenever I tried the "Bloody Mary" thing, I would be unharmed!
I pranced around haughtily the next few days, until I was captivated by the Ouija board, and my "great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandmother" finally died.