I could break bricks with my hands when I was 12.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I climbed brick facades as a kid. You'd kind of stick your fingers in there.
I was always very active as a kid. I would climb on roofs and jump off using my parents' bed sheet, hoping it would open like a parachute. I was always getting hurt, breaking a leg, you know, bruising, cracking my head open.
I broke my nose and got a concussion when I was 13.
One of the first things I did on arriving at school was to break my left arm falling into a bomb crater.
I went through a wood-chopping phase when I was nine or 10.
My father raised me from the time I was 12 years old. And it would never occur to me that I wouldn't be strong - I wasn't raised like that.
When I was a kid, I thought it was tough.
I was knocked out by a skateboarder when I was 11.
When I was a kid I got busted for throwing a rock through a car window and egging a house on halloween.
When I was 12, I snapped my arm in two. My wrist still has a funny bump because they didn't join it back together so great.