My mom, she was, at a young age, caught up in the worldly ways. At that time, it was very intriguing to be out partying and having fun. As a young mother, she was caught in that.
Making movies was more a reaction to not being chosen for sports. Other kids were out there playing at whatever; I was off making something blow up and filming it, or making a mould of my sister's head using alginating plaster.
I went to a drama club when I was little, but it was more of an excuse to flirt with girls than anything else. We never put on plays.
Having that music around us all the time, it was so inspiring. But at the same time, I was a kid. I didn't pay attention to any of it. I'd get on the drums and hit them a few times, and then go outside and play.
As for my own truncated secondary education, my head was in the clouds as my mom would say, or if you asked my father, up my ass.
I went to church irregularly and was mostly reading comics in the pew.
I wish I could play the piano. I started when I was four and finished when I was five. I got bored. I couldn't tell my left hand from my right back then!
Growing up, I spent my time doing useless stuff looking at computers.
Mathematical studies may serve for a pleasant entertainment for those hours which young men are apt to throw away upon their vices.
