For my entire childhood my family was never more than 25 miles outside the core of our universe - the Kennedys. 

They were Irish, we were Irish. They were Catholic, we were Catholic. They were like family. We were like the relatives that they never got to see? But we knew, they were busy, and we felt that if they knew us, they’d love us.

Michaela Murphy tells us how her family used their vacations to spy on the Kennedy compound… out of love. Naturally things do not go as planned.

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