I do Christmas parties, and I've been a leprechaun.

I arrived in New York City on a ship the day before Thanksgiving. It was freezing cold.

I couldn't speak English, and I met a lot of circus people who could speak Italian and Spanish.

It took me six or seven years to really get some meaty parts. I stayed busy, acting, doing stunts and being a stand-in for child actors -- when the little kids go to school during rehearsals, someone has to stand in for them and do their parts.

I've never had any desire to be 6 feet tall. I'd go around banging my head.

We were in Los Angeles when I decided to quit the show. I went to work in the office of the man and wife who were doing publicity for the circus.

My size has never really been a problem. My only problem is reaching things -- and if I want to reach something, I will reach it.

I always left everything at the studio when I went home at night. It was just another job for me.

Now there's a lot of yelling and screaming and hollering.

My job was to double for a little kid that was tied to a weather balloon.