I definitely have managed to overcome dyslexia now to become a fully functional human being but things were a lot more difficult when I was younger.

I didn't read at all until I was 12. I just couldn't. It was too frustrating.

I picked books by their covers - the worse the cover, the more I wanted to read it.

When we had to do book reports, I would pick a book that no one read and just make it up and turn that in. I got praised for my imagination.

I've always wanted to have a book published - it was a dream of mine, but the thought of actually writing a book made me feel really sick.

At 12 I dropped out of school but I had lost interest in it at a much earlier age. For me, school was very very stressful.

I think what my father appreciated was the science experiment of life. He had these kids, and they had their own experiences. He wanted us to discover the world for ourselves.