Mom, Dad, how does this work?

One of my very first books was a nonfiction book called Clocks and How They Go. What’s bizarre is when I was around seven years old, I tore an entire clock apart and tried to put it back together again. So, I think it’s sort of strange that all of those years went by, and all of a sudden I found myself tearing another clock apart, trying to figure out how it went back together.

So, I was always asking my parents questions. In fact, I probably drove them crazy, because I was always saying, “Why?” “What?” “What?” You know, that was just the way I was.