When we're bored, we give each other piggy back rides.

I'd be, like, oh my God, there's nothing to do.

If we have the same teachers, we usually talk about how weird they are.

It was all grassroots, people's piggy banks and everything else.

I recall fondly, as a kid, ... when my dad would hyperextend my big toe playing the 'This Little Piggy Went to Market' game. I don't recall it hurting, and I'm pretty sure I didn't miss a football game, or a game of 'Kick the Can,' for that matter, because of it.

When I see a recipient I don't look at them and say there's apart of my son in there, what I see is something good happened because of it.