I fight the same way as my dad! I’ve picked that up from him. We both get angry really fast and very intensely, and then get over it very quickly. You need to be good at apologising if you fight like that.
I grew up in the Seventies; my dad is an aeronautical engineer and my mum was an English and arts teacher and for a while my family had to exist on one salary.
My dad is a screenwriter, so he always used to watch movies for inspiration when I was a baby. I would watch movies with him, I guess, in the background.
I grew up in a big Irish, Catholic family. My dad was a pretty rough guy. So one of my brothers left home when he was 15 and found his way to the gym. It gave me the opportunity to go and spend some time with him and work out in the gym.
My parents didn’t make a lot of money. My dad was not a high school graduate – he didn’t have a career as such; he was a printing salesman essentially for most of his working life.
I was late to the Knicks. My dad was a big fan. But I first started watching baseball; I became a Red Sox fan. My dad was a Mets fan. I wanted to have my own team and league.
I’m a huge NASCAR fan, but I’m not a gearhead. I’ve never been into fixing cars. It’s not because I don’t like it. I would love to know more. It’s just my dad never taught me that stuff because my dad wasn’t a mechanic.
I left school to concentrate on racing. It was a family decision between my mum, dad and myself.
My dad grew up as a computer programmer, so he always had random computer software, and I started opening up editing software at age 12 and figuring out how to build websites.
My dad is a Ghanaian immigrant, and he wanted a son who was an engineer.
My mom would drive me from Cleveland to New York City and use my dad’s hotel points for auditions. They were the most supportive parents that I could have. Without them, I wouldn’t have gotten anywhere.
My dad put me with all the greatest people. It definitely helped me now, because I know so much more about music and composition. It’s cool. I love Pops. I’m super thankful for everything he’s done to help my career.
My dad put up a basket on my street, and I was practicing every day. It was just nuts. But I miss it. Whenever I see a ball, I get itchy!
My dad was a ham, too. He could sell those women anything. Of all his sons, I was the only one he could trust to sell as well as he could. I was proud of that.
Me and my dad are friends. We’re cool. I’ll never be disappointed again, because I don’t expect anything anymore from him. I just let him exist, and that’s how we get along.
My dad was a fighter pilot with the 210th Combat Aviation in Vietnam.
Now, if you’re Al Gore, you can afford $10 a pop for squiggly-pig-tailed fluorescent light bulbs. But if you’re mainstream America, two or three kids, mom and dad working outside the home, that’s not a very good deal.
My parents were very spiritual folks. I grew up studying the Bible. My dad’s a Christian academy teacher. I grew up with a big spiritual influence. It’s a big part of my life.
My dad was a surgeon, my mom a nurse, and they were always out working. I had five sisters and a brother. They didn’t care what I got up to.
I was born to a dad who was born in the South Bronx while the Bronx was burning, while landlords were committing arson to their own buildings.
Like many Asian parents, mine were very focused on education. My dad would quiz me with multiplication tables when I was about 5.
My dad did every single accent under the sun, and he would read bedtime stories.
My dad was such a great story-teller, a good teacher.
My dad instilled in me to naturally question all authority. I don’t follow anything blindly. That’s religion, cops, doctors, schools, you name it.
I’m lucky because I remember my dad showing me ‘Independence Day,’ and I loved it.
