Woo! It's so cold, I think we may be twin sisters now," he said through rattling teeth.

Even in the worst of situations-even when it seems no one in the world appreciates you-as long as you have hope, everthing can get better

I've been pushed down many flights of stairs in my time, but I always manage to find an elevator

You're sad-looking," she said. "My grandson used to be such a happy boy. He used to write me stories. I remember the first story he ever wrote me, 'Once upon a time, there was a boy.' And that became 'Once upon a time there was a boy who wanted to fly.' And they kept getting better and better over time. I never found out if the boy got to fly." I gave her a small smile. If only she knew the boy's wings had been clipped.

Every time I get injured I measure it's severity by asking myself 'Would this stop me from going to Disneyland?'

Anyone can have a once-upon-a-time or a happily-ever-after, but it's the journey between that makes the story worth telling.

I hate mirrors; every time I look in one I see things that could be improved. If I could give my younger self any advice it would be: ‘Take a deep breath, the world is not ending – and do something with your hair.’ I had the same haircut from when I was a toddler all the way through high school, it was this weird side-parting. I didn’t like change.