Quotes About Childhood

All her life she had wanted to squeeze the toothpaste really squeeze it,not just one little squirt...The paste coiled and swirled and mounded in the washbasin. Ramona decorated the mound with toothpaste roses as if it was a toothpaste birthday cake

One rainy Sunday when I was in the third grade, I picked up a book to look at the pictures and discovered that even though I did not want to, I was reading. I have been a reader ever since.

I had a very wise mother. She always kept books that were my grade level in our house.

I am not a pest," Ramona Quimby told her big sister Beezus.

Ramona stepped back into her closet, slid the door shut, pressed an imaginary button, and when her imaginary elevator had made its imaginary descent, stepped out onto the real first floor and raced a real problem. Her mother and father were leaving for Parents' Night.

One of the most significant patterns established by those who were emotionally abused in childhood is based on what is called the "repetition compulsion"—an unconscious drive to repeat the same type of abusive relationship we ourselves experienced as a child in an attempt to accomplish a new outcome. The repetition compulsion compels us to transfer our longings, conflicts, and defenses from the past onto the present in an attempt to undo the past.

Children who feel unloved and unprotected are like a half-filled cup. They become incapable of 'filling up' because they have come to believe they are unworthy of love. They try to please others, give to others, and care for others in a desperate hope that they may make themselves worthy.

The truth is, few people put up with emotional abuse as an adult unless they were abused as a child. And nearly every person who becomes emotionally abusive has a history of such abuse in childhood.

Unfortunately, you may have lost touch with this inner sense because of the way you were raised and by the messages you received to the contrary.

Livy says when her mama and papa are happy she hears them jumping on the bed at night. Are you going to jump on the bed?

I remember playing stickball after school one day. The field was muddy and I was covered with dirt and grime when I came home. I'll never forget the disappointment in my mother's eyes or the stern lecture I received about the image I presented to those outside the race by being so dirty. She said they were always looking for ways to prove we were less polished than they in every way. I never played stickball after school again.

if you can't have a say in your child's life during her preschool years, how can you expect to influence her to make wise choices when she's a teenager?

I was seven years old and my father was trying to get me to shut up and go to bed. He was trying to find something on the radio to put me to sleep and accidentally came across a rock station -- I think it was KIMN in Denver. Suddenly, I was like, 'No! No! Leave it there! I like this!' After that, there was no stopping me.

hangimiz, kaç?n?lmaz oldu?u bilinen ?eyler kar??s?nda bile, kendini biraz daha aldatmaktan, bu kaç?n?lmazdan kaç?labilece?i, belki de bu korkular?n ba?a hiç gelmeyece?i umuduna -bütün bo?lu?unu bilerek- kap?lmak çocuklu?unu göstermekten utanç duydu?

Whichever way I went, there would be sadness and a sense of loss. Was this a part of growing up—the agony of making such choices? If so, I wanted to stay a child forever. —Ian Carras

As I have discovered by examining my past, I started out as a child. Coincidentally, so did my brother. My mother did not put all her eggs in one basket, so to speak she gave me a younger brother named Russel, who taught me what was meant by survival of the fittest.

My childhood should have taught me lessons for my own parenthood, but it didn't because parenting can be learned only by people who have no children.

Nothing separates the generations more than music. By the time a child is eight or nine, he has developed a passion for his own music that is even stronger than his passions for procrastination and weird clothes.

The essence of childhood, of course, is play, which my friends and I did endlessly on streets that we reluctantly shared with traffic.

I really had a lot of dreams when I was a kid, and I think a great deal of that grew out of the fact that I had a chance to read a lot.

I never got along with my dad. Kids used to come up to me and say, "My dad can beat up your dad." I'd say Yeah? When?

Janelle woke up, terrified. This wasn't that unusual. Janelle was terrified over lots of stuff...spiders, hamsters, people. As a little girl, she once called 911 to report that her shadow was following her.

A three-year-old child is a being who gets almost as much fun out of a fifty-six dollar set of swings as it does out of finding a small green worm.

You know, Hobbes, some days even my lucky rocket ship underpants don't help.