Quotes About Childhood

Dance, vaudeville, drama, movies - as a child I loved everything that went on in a theater.

Not since I was 10, trying to get Nick Vossler's attention in PE. 'Red Rover, Red Rover, send Nicholas right over!'

Philosophy has forgotten about children

I lean back on the pillows and look at the corners of the room. When I was a kid, I always wanted to live on the ceiling - it looked so clean and uncluttered, like the top of a cake.

I am so ready to be a mommy. I can't wait. I notice every little baby dress, every little baby toy, every little baby thing.

I grew up with baseball; I played in Little League and went to games with my dad. But I, as I grew up, became more of a basketball fanatic than a baseball one.

Children's games are hardly games. Children are never more serious than when they play.

If we learned all we needed to know in kindergarten, it was promptly drummed out of us in first grade.

I'm used to being around kids. Even when I was growing up in London, I had an older sister, I had a younger sister that I used to look after from time to time.

A preserved childhood is better than a repaired adulthood

Never stop screaming, playing and laughing, it's part of our childhood wich will always be with us.

The words of the twenty-third Psalm had come back to her, verses Mutti had helped her memorize as a young girl--Elise Neumann

Breaking childhood teachings is never easy, and in essence, they are like white noise that can sometimes stop us from listening to ourselves, or having to listen to ourselves.

A childhood filled with adventures, happiness and unabated love.If only I could remember ...

Teach the child, not just the curriculum.

Thank you! ....for sharing your childhood with me so I could experience the all joys that were missing in mine

Desolina and Tony had attended one-room schoolhouses until the third grade. ... According to Tony, there were hardly enough pencils and sober teachers to go around. [Author's grandparents educational background.]

East Side, West Side, all around the town,The tots sang "Ring-a-rosie," "London Bridge is falling down";Boys and girls together, me and Mamie O'Rorke,Tripped the light fantastic on the sidewalks of New York.

Everything Bill did, he did to the max, said Edmark. What he did always went well, well beyond everyone else. Gifted children - those with IQs near or above the genius level- sometimes grow up to be socially inept, due to limited childhood interactions and experiences. Bill and Mary Gates were determined to see that that didn't happen to their son.

An' all us other children, when the supper things is done,We set around the kitchen fire an' has the mostest funA-list'nin' to the witch-tales 'at Annie tells about,An' the Gobble-uns 'at gits youEf youDon'tWatchOut!

High expectations weren't nurtured in my neck of nowhere back then - children weren't fawned over from an early age as 'gifted' and groomed for a prizewinning future self-esteem was considered something you had to pick from the garden yourself.

Publishers, readers, booksellers, even critics, acclaim the novel that one can deliciously sink into, forget oneself in, the novel that returns us to the innocence of childhood or the dream of the cartoon, the novel of a thousand confections and no unwanted significance. What becomes harder to find, and lonelier to defend, is the idea of the novel as—in Ford Madox Ford's words—a "medium of profoundly serious investigation into the human case.

Playing with them was boring, and it wasn't even their fault. It was just the notion of playing itself. She had never gotten the hang of it, even when she was a child. You needed to be able to adopt a personality other than your own in order to fully immerse yourself in the world of play, and it was burden enough carrying her own self around.

Once she was deeply fascinated with her parents. She had craved knowledge about them. As a child she fiddled with locked doors and drawers, got down on her knees and dug through closets, lingered outside her father's study during business calls until her mother shooed her off. Fifteen years ago, she had at last recognized the pointlessness in trying to uncover the truth from a man who had never actually been convicted of anything, and a woman who had sealed shut her emotions decades ago.