"I was driving a '93 Honda Civic. Red, but really it was faded pink. . . . It was great. I had my own group of core friends. I had the first car of all of us. That was our wagon. It was frustrating. I was ready to grow up at 16. At 15, I was ready to be driving by myself. I had to wait a year. And then, at 16, I had my car and wanted to drive away where I wanted to go. I wanted to take that '93 Civic and gun all the way to LA and start acting. And you can't. You have that fire inside of you. Your mind is ahead of your body and your age, and you're just like, that's so frustrating. That started a lot of friction between me and my family. I was being so stubborn about wanting a certain amount of responsibility I wasn't ready for. And they saw it. But I did not agree with them."
