The whole growing-up process seems to have eluded me

I was really bored and unhappy in school, and I used to act out and do horrible things.

It's so normal for a teenager to dress in black -- and be real unhappy and stay in your room and say sarcastic things. How could something so normal be considered morbid?

There are a lot of theories about Shakespeare.

My sister discovered the Beatles when she was about 11 and I'm four years younger. So we had nothing but Beatles paraphernalia. Every night I fell asleep to a different Beatles album.

I certainly hope I'm not still answering child-star questions by the time I reach menopause.

Unless it's a specific accent, or something about physicality you have to change, I am generally not such a conscious actor.