My dad is a magician and he's been sawing people in half for as long as I can remember. It's usually my mom that he saws in half, but everyone else in the family has also been sawed in half at least once.

When I turned 15, he decided that I was tall enough to fit into the box and that it was my turn to be sawed in half. Since then, he's sawed me in half loads of times, and also sawed most of my friends at least once each - plus some of their moms too. And now I'm working as the assistant to another magician, and he saws me in half too.