I remember when a Coke came in a six-ounce bottle, and delicious it was. Now it comes in sizes so big that I question how the human bladder can deal with the intake.

I remember, when I was younger, it was such a big fantasy for me. Now that I actually have a career and have made an album, it's really surreal.

I remember when I wanted every pitch to be a strike.

I remember when the idea of living to be 40 seemed absurd.

As a seven-year-old, I remember when Etan Patz disappeared and was immortalized as the first missing-child face on a milk carton.

I don't know Who, or what, put the question, I don't know when it was put. I don't even remember answering. But at some moment I did answer Yes to Someone, or Something,and from that hour I was certain that existence is meaningful and that, therefore, my life, in self-surrender, had a goal.