Sean Stone

My dad was so... I remember there was a funny example.

We played flag... Not flag football, you know, touch football once, you know, with a group of friends of mine.

And I was on my dad's team.

And he kept yelling at me and this and that, and I was yelling back at him.

And finally, he's like...

I'm trading you to the team.

Really?

And so he traded me to the team, but I caught the game-winning touchdown in that game, so I felt vindicated.

Definitely, definitely.

I mean, I always say, like, I don't remember much of my father in the first 10 years, because really, it was just like being on sets with him.

So we'd be in, okay, now we're in the Philippines, you know, and then now we're in New York.

And

Now we're in Dallas and, you know, now we're in, okay, I'm at school, going to school.

Okay, but now we're flying off to Thailand for, you know, for a couple months.

And that was kind of how life was in those 10 years because he was making a film a year.

So, you know, how much work that entails, especially when you're writing because he was, you know, co-writing, you know, directing.

And then he'd be in the post-production.

He'd be posting one while he's prepping the next one, traveling, scouting.

So I didn't see much of him in a way.

It was just like a whirlwind.