Amy Carter sits at her father Jimmy Carter's desk in the Oval Office in a picture taken by her brother Jeff in 1977
You know you are a First Daughter when John Travolta is the guest of honor at your 11th birthday dinner. When Amy announced that she was a “double-digit pre-teenager,” her father, Jimmy Carter, retorted, “We don’t let people use double-digits around the White House anymore until we get inflation under control.” When Amy wasn’t playing the violin, writing poetry, roller-skating, or diving, she had sleepovers with her friends in the Lincoln bedroom—where they waited up for Lincoln’s ghost—and in a tree house that the Secret Service would guard at night. She also attended dinners with dignitaries—reading books under the table most of the time—and advised her Dad on foreign policy; the President once took flak for saying that Amy said nuclear proliferation was the most pressing matter of the day.