Last time I spoke to my mom she called me from a pay phone and we didn't have the best talk. Ever since my stepdad passed away three years ago she has been very depressed and hasn't been herself at all.

My mom and my stepdad are both therapists.

When I was 15 my parents left town for a month. They hid the keys to the car but I found them. That month I drove my stepdad's Thunderbird Super Coupe into Manhattan every day and I would crank Cypress Hill as I flew around the city racing the taxis.

I was about 14 and my friend's stepdad asked me to do a 10K with him because his son - who was more into basketball - didn't want to. It was amazing and I still remember the time I got: 48:23.

My stepdad provided me with an amazing childhood. I played outside like a normal kid I rode my bike I walked to school but the happiest times were when I was acting.