Quotes About Childhood

Unlike some older brothers, I never set him on fire, or cut off an arm or leg, or drowned him in the tub.

We began reading books together. He loved Dr. Seuss. I read those books so often I could turn the pages and say the words from memory. I became bored with repetition, and I began to make subtle alterations. The story turned into: One fish Two fish Black fish Blue fish I eat you fish And: See them all See them run The man in back He has a gun

Unlike some older brothers, I never set him on fire, or cut off an arm or a leg, or drowned him in the tub.

child psychologists who said "John prefers to play by himself" were dead wrong. I played by myself because I was a failure at playing with others. I was alone as a result of my own limitations, and being alone was one of the bitterest disappointments of my young life.

First, he taught me how to walk. Then, armed with sticks and dead snakes, he chased me and I learned how to run.

Most of the time, I played by myself, with my toys. I liked the more complex toys, especially blocks and Lincoln Logs. I still remember the taste of Lincoln Logs.

when I was a kid, Toronto streets were deserted and quiet on Sundays, except for the sound of church bells I stood on the sidewalk one December listening to the Christmas bells - I've never forgotten that moment...

you forget love - though you fled from them, you secretly loved the monsters of your childhood...

If I ever got sloppy and maudlin, it would be for the streets of my childhood—but no self- respecting writer should ever eulogize a slum...

He had led a sheltered childhood and never learned to swear convincingly. He had long ago learned that swearing, like foreign languages, is best learned at an early age, but because he regarded it as a social grace he never gave up trying to master it.

Only then did I see. Something was amiss with Patrick's snap-on one piece, or "onesie" as we manly dads like to call it. His chubby thighs, I now realized, were squeezed into the armholes, which were so tight they must have been cutting off his circulation. The collared neck hung between his legs like an udder. Up top, Patrick's head stuck out through the unsnapped crotch, and his arms were lost somewhere in the billowing pant legs. It was quite a look.

Cuando alguien le preguntaba porque era tan diferente, porque se mostraba tan reposado y porque sus ojos parecían como si absorbiesen la luz, siempre contestaba lo mismo. Se dio cuenta muy pronto que no había ningún lugar seguro; ni el jardín trasero, ni el parque, ni el porche de la entrada o la calle tranquila que bordeaba un extremo de la ciudad. No había ningún lugar seguro ni nadie que le protegiese. La infancia era una ilusión.

Jack laughed, and the sound frightened him because there was no rationality in it. It sounded broken and wild, and that's exactly how childhood with Johnny had ended, not in quietness and time, but in a sudden rush of secrets and death and superstitious dread.

But childhood was not all good, nor were its lessons. Good came with the bad, as dark did with light and weakness with strength. Nothing was simple or pure; everyone had secrets. What

He learned early that there was no safe place, not the backyard or the playground, not the front porch or the quiet road that grazed the edge of town. No safe place, and no one to protect you. Childhood was illusion.

I have learned that newborn infants roll their eyes around and move their heads and their arms in short jerky spasms. And if you homeschool them, they will stay this way forever.

In increments both measurable and not, our childhood is stolen from us -- not always in one momentous event but often in a series of small robberies, which add up to the same loss.

The pain comes from more than the facts of circumstance, or the deeds of others. It comes from within. From understanding what we lost. It comes from knowing how foolish we were - vain, arrogant children - when we thought ourselves happy. It comes from knowing how fragile and doomed the old ways were, just when we thought them and ourselves, secure!. The pain comes from knowing we have never been safe, and therefore will never be safe again. It comes from knowing we can never be children again.

Mientras su nieto le cogía la mano, el juez pensó en lo firme que era el apretón de un niño. «Cómo se aferran a la vida —pensó—, no como los adultos.»

La identidad es un capa de experiencia pero le parecía que quedaba muy poco de lo que había creído ser. Lo único que le quedaba era su infancia. Si vida adulta estaba destrozada.

Parte del problema de crecer y hacerse mayor es que los mitos de la infancia desaparecen.

It's commonly said that people who've been ill in childhood and who've had an upset education never really regret that they do. It means that you don't look at the world in the way that other people do, and if you were inclined to be a writer, that's a help.

If we were more careful not to teach our children to read in their childhood we should not be so anxious about the effects of pernicious literature upon their adolescent morals.

Taking the alphabet first and learning one letter a year for twenty-six years he will be able to read and write as early in life as he ought to. If we were more careful not to teach our children to read in their childhood we should not be so anxious about the effects of pernicious literature upon their adolescent morals.