Quotes About Childhood

Things that you're told as a child—your fear, your religion, your bigotry—become so much a part of you that's it hard to remove them when you grow to be an adult. Sometimes you don't realize such things are there until the moment of truth, and then they're suddenly as impossible to miss as a third arm, and as hard to cut off.

Easter-egg hunt ~ Roald Dahl loved Easter, especially the eggstraordinarily eggciting and eggstremely eggstravagant egg hunts he went on as a child.

She grinned, looking for all the world like a sticky-mouthed little girl who had just convinced her gullible mother that she really did drop the first piece of candy into the storm drain and would need another.

My childhood was kind of a blur, to tell you the truth. I needed better glasses.

As we've seen, serious problems with porn often have their roots in early exposure to porn in childhood. And a child's view of their parent can be negatively impacted if that parent's porn use is discovered or revealed.

When I was little, I used to run out into the rain and let the water run all over me. Then one day I saw lightning split a tree nearly in half. That pretty much took the joy out of prancing around in thunderstorms.

A dark-haired woman in a long skirt strolled through the door. The little boy perched on her hip clutched a purple bear. Amanda tilted her head to see both the boy and the bear better. The boy squirmed, and his mother set him down on the floor while she went up to the counter.

I wrote my first poem about a bunny. 'Bunny, bunny, hop hop hop. White and soft like a little mop.

In a few hours I'm going to be eleven. That's a whole new decade…I have fifteen kids coming here tomorrow night. That's fifteen friends who chose to come to my party instead of Leo's. Even if I'll be stuck wearing a Dorothy costume, I'm going to try to have a good time. After all, like Mom said, I'm only going to turn eleven once. I just wish I wasn't doing it alone.

If we want to give our children what they need to thrive, we must honor their basic nature- boyish or girlish, introverted or extroverted, wild or mellow.

As a child I experienced a lot of betrayal. One time I ran into my babysitter, and she was with another kid. They were holding hands, and the kid wasn't even cute. And I recently found out my babysitter was only with me for the money.

What if the cloak wasn't magic at all, like the feather in that story Granny used to tell me about the elephant with the big ears?

KATE: "At fourteen months little girls' fingers and pacifiers are introduced into the vagina, and at fifteen months a girl baby has been known to fall asleep with her genitalia on her teddy bear. Finally, at sixteen months they start using a pencil." SAMANTHA: Don't little boys use pencils? HOLLY: No. They write with their cocks.

For my confirmation, I didn't get a watch and my first pair of long pants, like most Lutheran boys. I got a telescope. My mother thought it would make the best gift.

Every Christmas now for years, I have found myself wondering about the point of the celebration. As the holiday has become more ecumenical and secular, it has lost much of the magic that I remember so fondly from childhood.

I wanted to be a teacher. I love children, so I wanted to deal with children. Then I wanted to be a veterinarian. But by the age of ten or eleven, when I opened my mouth and said, 'Oh, God, what's this?' I kind of knew teaching and being a veterinarian were gonna have to wait.

Remember what it was like on Christmas when you woke up before your parents, and had to sit there until they were ready, knowing that just a few rooms away there was something awesome waiting for you? For the next thirty minutes, I felt that way, while I waited for them to call me back up to the set.

I wanted to be a great white hunter, a prospector for gold, or a slave trader. But then, when I was eight, my parents sent me to a boarding school in South Africa. It was the equivalent of a British public school with cold showers, beatings and rotten food. But what it also had was a library full of books.

I was to meet at various times men or boys called Chilaib (little dog), Bakur (sow) and Khanzir (pig), startling among Moslems, who regarded both dogs and pigs as unclean. Others had such strange names as Jaraizi (little rat), Wawai (jackal), Dhauba (hyena), Kausaj (shark), Afrit (Jinn) and even Barur (dung). In order to avert the evil eye unattractive names like these were often given to boys whose brothers had died in infancy.

Shalt's" and "shalt not's" will break in later in a most tragic fashion and murder Christ in every single child.

We already knew that people are good intuitive grammarians: at age four a child effortlessly conforms to the rules of grammar as she speaks, although she has no idea that such rules exist.

A child may not know how to feed itself, or what to eat, yet it knows hunger.

A child has no great wish to perfect himself in the use of an instrument of torture, but make it a means to his pleasure, and soon you will not be able to keep him from it.

La prima cosa che un bambino impara non è l'atto, ma il gesto dell'atto.