BEGINNING in the fourth grade, I loved talking in front of my classes. We had public-speaking contests. Some kids spoke about penguins or polar bears, but I made up funny stories about nightmares. I was a class clown, always trying to make people laugh. Public speaking planted a seed for acting years later.
My family first lived in Kelowna, British Columbia. My parents divorced when I was 1. My father, Drew, had been a race-car driver and then worked in Guyana diamond mines before going into construction.
My two older brothers-Brody and Daman and I lived with my mother, Sue. When I was 5, we moved to Anmore, a rural area north of Vancouver. My mom held a few jobs to pay the bills.
Three years later, my mother had a serious boyfriend, Peter. We moved into a double-wide, ugly blue mobile home with four bedrooms in a trailer park.
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هذه القصة مأخوذة من طبعة January 03, 2025 من The Wall Street Journal.
ابدأ النسخة التجريبية المجانية من Magzter GOLD لمدة 7 أيام للوصول إلى آلاف القصص المتميزة المنسقة وأكثر من 9,000 مجلة وصحيفة.
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