Quotes About Childhood

When I was a kid we had a quicksand box. I was an only child, eventually.

I don't like coming home. It keeps me from being nostalgic, which by nature I am. Even before the plane begins its descent, I find myself dreading the questions left unanswered by my childhood.

I walked to Seward School first through fourth grade. It's just amazing to me now that we'd walk down 10th Avenue on Capitol Hill.

And I remember as a second or third grader having some autonomy to go to the store if I felt like it, walk home, take my time, kick the can. We were on our own schedule after school, so that was cool.

Melandra shivered, remembering all the hours she had spent alone as a young girl, and the tall, sinister shadows that might have waited for her in the tangled corners of the garden playgrounds.

We are part of the sea, aren't we? How long have we lived here, breathed in its scent, eaten the produce soaked in its salt? Think how we used to play in it as children.

Never, in all my dreams, in all my childhood fantasies, had I seen her this clearly. She was my guardian-pursuer; still wearing the image of the Sacramantan actress, Gimel Metatronim.

In any case, a world without toys would be a terribly dull place.

You didn't want time to pass. You hadn't faced your demons. You wanted to remain a child. Despite what people want to believe, time is not linear. There is no past point, future point, or now point. It's just a cycle of flux and mutability.

As a child, I had thought the guardian-pursuers to be very real, but as I grew older, I concluded they were simply products of our own imaginations, shaped into being by the trauma of the scrying rite we all undergo at eight years of age. It's not impossible that the scryers conjure them forth from the murk of the soulscape itself anchoring the vigilant images to our conscious minds by an insidiously instilled sense of guilt.

Being a child is such a shining gift, yet we don't know how precious it is until it's worn out and gone away.

The sun had by now whispered to the sub-arctic sky giving the gray darkness a glow, a gentle glow. Rostnikov remembered the ghost of a winter morning when he was a child.

Susan took a sheet of paper and pinned it to the fridge door amongst all the other kids' pictures: frogs, princesses, unicorns, dragons, and monster trucks. All of which looked as if they'd been done during Picasso's Off His Face period. The new one was some sort of dinosaur/

I don't see where people get all this bull about the kid who's gonna be President and being a newsboy made a President out of him. It taught him how to handle his money and this bull. You know what it did? It taught him how to hate the people on his route. And the printers. And dogs.

dozing into her book, so I went into her room and pulled open the bottom drawer where she kept the old family album. Lots of pictures of Mom and me in there, because Dad was

We do not write the story of childhood with a dry-erase board, we write with a permanent Sharpie.

Virgo: Your teddy bear will reveal that he is pregnant and will require counseling.

If you have lost touch with your dreams and desires, a good way to retrieve them is to remember what you dreamed of doing and being as a kid.

To me then, at the age of eleven, Santa Clause was a bit like God, all-seeing, all-knowing, but without the lousy things that God allows to happen: earthquakes, famines, motorway crashes.

Pauline: "All under-fives are mad Adrian, you used to talk to the moon. You invited it to your birthday party and cried when it didn't turn up." George: "When it went dark and the moon came up, you ran outside and threw a sausage roll at it!

Mrs. Ball has got a daughter who is a writer. I asked her how her daughter qualified to be one. Mrs. Ball said that her daughter was dropped on her head as a child and has been "a bit queer" ever since.

A news bulletin on the radio speaks of a public ban on spitting, swearing, smoking and queue-jumping during the Olympics. The Four Pests, the campaign has been called, after the Mao-era policy to eradicate sparrows, mosquitoes, flies and rats. Wang remembers Shuxiang telling him how, during her childhood, gangs of children chased sparrows from tree to tree, banging tin trays until the birds fell out of the sky, too exhausted to beat their wings and fly.

The school was meant to set apart, to break bonds that were better off broken, confined to childhood. Sarah and David accepted this as the sort of poignant rite their exceptional lives would require.

If little girls will forget to be little, and take it upon them to become young ladies, they must bear the consequences, one of which is, that we can follow their fortunes no longer.