Time flies. It seems like just yesterday I was playing my first game against Ireland, when I came off the bench, full of energy and flying into tackles, even though I couldn't tackle back then.
To me, being an All Black means following our dreams.
I don't read anything. I don't read the press. I've always valued my supporters and my haters are supporters in disguise. That's just the way it is. I run a couple of social media accounts and you can't help but look at comments every now and then.
Japan is an appealing place for a young family and comparatively safe in health terms.
At 17 I was graduating and didn't know what to do. I was seriously contemplating going to Melbourne to play Aussie football.
We grow up in New Zealand from a young age getting up at 3am to watch the All Blacks play South Africa or England, it's part of who we are. So to be an All Black now is amazing.
I live in Wellington now but I love going back to the farm where all you can hear are the cows or the sea crashing in about a kilometre away. Our uncle's farm is on the beach and we are one up from that towards the mountain.
When you lose for the All Blacks it's not a nice feeling. Expectations on us are pretty high. We have high standards and we know if we've let ourselves or let the jersey down.