Quote by Michael Phelps
Even in high school, Id tell my mom I was sick of swimming and wan

Even in high school, Id tell my mom I was sick of swimming and wanted to try to play golf. She wasnt too happy. Shed say, Think about this. And Id always end up getting back in the pool. – Michael Phelps

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I have reached a place in my life where I need to sit down and say, Well, what do I do? Whats best for me? I need to look into options for the future. – Michael Phelps

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This is my 20th year in the sport. Ive known swimming and thats it. I dont want to swim past age 30 if I continue after this Olympics, and come back in 2016, Ill be 31. Im looking forward to being able to see the other side of the fence. – Michael Phelps

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The one thing my mom will let me get is a nice shoe sometimes. – Chloe Moretz

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My mother worked in factories, worked as a domestic, worked in a restaurant, always had a second job. – Ed Bradley

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At 3 years old, I was imitating and doing fun little commercials for the family. Then at 5, I knew, OK, this is something I really like. At 8, I was crying in front of the mirror and my mom was like, Oh boy, here we go. We know what shes going to do. – Lana Parrilla

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I started cooking when I was about 10. I have memories like when I was 6 or 7 with my mom, and when I was 12 I started getting real serious about cooking. – Emeril Lagasse

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