I collect things that just look retarded.

I miss my Dad. My Dad loved cheesy monster movies, so we'd have Godzilla movie marathons. Those are some of my favorite memories, laughing at how the monster outfits were so bad, like black garbage bags for heads.

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

I would ask my parents something, but then go to my siblings. We were encouraged to bounce ideas off everyone.

I had this whole ritual with my mother making the bed with me inside it so I would be invisible.

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 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.