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My childhood was perfect; I played sports, had all the toys in the world, and lived in a stable home. I loved to read, and I listened to music all the time. I would draw and be creative, in order to unleash my over-worked imagination, as I lived in my own world half of the time. I was a typical kid who idolized Batman, Superman, Jean Claude Van Damme, and, of course, Arnold Schwarzenegger, and I loved my share of horror movies, including A Nightmare on Elm Street, featuring Freddy Krueger. I will not go into detail regarding the “wannabe Spiderman on the roof ” fiasco. I also played a lot of soccer, as we always had a park or fields near each house in which we lived. I also loved professional wrestling, had the headbands, and would pump iron with my dad; of course, I used little plastic weights.

The first time I got into a situation involving physical confrontation was actually the year we moved to Poland, when I was in kindergarten. The teacher’s son, who was in her class, was feared by the other students for two reasons: he was big and his mom was our teacher. If there was ever a conflict, we assumed that we would be the ones to get in trouble, regardless of who was at fault. He was obnoxious and would break toys that belonged to other kids for his own amusement.