I had the song Alice In Wonderland on a Long Play record when I was a kid and I used to like playing it. I remember the lyrics, "Where do stars go? Where is the crescent moon? They must be somewhere in the sunny afternoon," and how I used to ask so many questions about why things happened. I remember, when I was four, having lunch at kindergarten and being surprised to see the moon in the sky during the day.

I can relate to so much of Alice's story, and in that respect, I have a paradox when it comes to Lewis Carroll. From when I was a little kid, I could relate to adults better than kids, but numerous people have said that I have a grown up mind combined with a child-like innocence. I mean, I can remember, when I was 12, I had to go to a birthday party for a man who was 50, and he had a son who was 13, but his son and I were almost like someone from Norway and someone from Japan trying to talk to each other without a translator, yet I sat and talked to a woman old enough to be my mother, whose daughter was a high school teacher as if we were the same age.

I share Alice's hatred of injustice, too.