On September 10, the morning of my seventh birthday, I came downstairs to the kitchen, where my mother was washing the dishes and my father was reading the paper or something, and I sort of presented myself to them in the doorway, and they said, "Hey, happy birthday!" And I said, "I'm seven."
Rugsėjo 10, mano 7-ojo gimtadienio rytą, aš nusileidau į virtuvę, kur mama plovė indus, o tėtis, rodos, skaitė laikraštį, apsireiškiau tarpdury, ir jie pasakė: "Su gimimo diena." O aš sakiau: "Man septyneri."