"I was in seventh grade. It was a hot, humid day in Miami Beach. We had just finished phys ed, and I was in the boys locker room at school with all of my friends. I’m in my underwear, I’m changing into my pants, and I hear this voice calling my name. Adam, Aaaadaam. I’m thinking, Jesus, it can’t be. And she’s coming closer, and closer, and she walks into the boys locker room. She had my sweater in her hands, and she said it was going to rain today and I needed my sweater. You have to understand, as she was walking in, all the girls from their locker room came rushing out. The coach came out from his office. I think everyone who lived in South Florida at the time was in that locker room when she was standing there."