I had very, very fond memories of walking to school or we lived in the jungle where everything grew. We had dozens and dozens of gardeners whose job was just to chop back stuff  from our yard to keep it from...They would mow the lawn with machetes, cutting with machetes, and sometimes I would go to the machete shack and get machetes and I wasn't really allowed to but I would go cut my own path. I remember cutting my thumb. I've still got a little scar from cutting my thumb with a machete.

I remember climbing up in the guava trees and eating guavas, watching... The guava tree was right next to the road, watching people walking by in the road. They didn't see me up in the guava tree, and eating guavas.