When I was young, my friends were all bigger than me. They use to kid me that I was going to grow up to be a short person. My parents were 5 foot 2 and 5 foot 6. I wouldn’t call them short but they weren’t tall either. So I remember  thinking that I wanted to be 6 foot 2.  I didn’t know I couldn’t. I just made up my mind to be that height.  It wasn’t a general wish like over 6 feet  or in that area but  exactly 6 foot 2.  Don’t ask my why I choose that height. Who knows how a kid comes up with these things. The funny thing is after that I just knew that I was going to be that tall. It was interesting because I had no doubt - none at all. I was certain. I told my friends how tall I was going to be but they didn’t believe me. That didn’t bother me because I knew.

I made that decision when I was about 7 years old. I started really growing when I was about 14 and to everyone’s amazement reached 6 feet 2 inches before I was 20. Then I just stopped growing. Well I stopped growing in the vertical direction and started to grow in the horizontal direction more than I wanted.  Why didn’t I decide 6 foot 2 and 175 pounds? O well, what does a kid know!!