"How different it was in my native village... I hit my head with an anvil, blew myself up with dynamite, walked off a cliff, and survived the fall with a giant lump on my head. And then there's the time I lived on a book shelf in a book store, surrounded by books and stories as far as the eye could see. It was a magical place, where every day brought new experiences and adventures. I loved being able to sing "Carolina in the Morning" and bring smiles to the faces of my fellow villagers."