Being seven, can be very arkward. You're no longer cute and cuddley anymore, but your still far from being grown up. At seven, I was still my Mom's charge. Wherever she went, I had to follow.

I was strangest little Kid. I wasn't interested in anything. Every thing just seemed to be a bore, and I couldn't understand why I was a little Kid.

My Mom was always losing me. She would make me go shopping with her, and I would think, "oh, more shopping, I'm going to sleep."

So, I would crawl under a display or something and go to sleep.

After a while, all sales girls would be on alert whenever I would walk into a department store, because they knew I was going to find some place to hide away. But worst place was sand box.

Whenever my Mom would take me to sand box, I would think, "oh, no, I have to be around all those Kids that think this is fun."

I mean after putting sand in your pail once, thrill is gone.

So of course, I would go right to sleep in sandbox. But ultimate low was Kindergarten. All of these kids playing with little blocks and making a mess with all those crayons. I went right to sleep on that.

The teacher would say to my Mom, "I don't understand your Son, he refuses to stay awake in my class."

I thought, "oh, let me hurry and grow up. Life as a little Kid, is just too boring."

I mean really, I felt like I had nothing in common with junior set. Then, this was almost a bright note.

Someone from a modeling agency noticed me sound asleep in sandbox one day and said to my Mom, "Your Son is really handsome, I would like to model him."

I thought, "hey, that might be interesting."

But no. My Mom said, "I want my Son to have a normal childhood and not have to grow up with cameras everywhere."