Growing up, I was always a bit . . . different. I never thought of myself as odd, but looking back on it now, I think I might’ve been. I lived in the world of my imagination, and for the most part, the other kids would’ve rather played in the real world. I was constantly making things up, acting out imaginary TV interviews, sketching out scenes for plays I would act out in my head. I liked my world. And because my parents were both creatives, they let me live there.
Zeke!
