Quotes About Childhood

Put a picture of yourself as a child in view somewhere, to remind yourself to be playful.

I was a child during the Lebanese civil war, and I remember Israeli bombardments. So growing up, my view of Israel was completely negative. I'm not coming from a neutral place, but with time, I've had to re-examine my thinking.

If I felt at times undersupervised, it was this same freedom that stands out as one of the pleasures of my childhood

1809If I felt at times under-supervised, it was this same freedom that stands out as one of the pleasures of my childhood.

If I felt at times undersuprvised, it was this same freedom that stands out as one of the pleasures of my childhood.

If the death of his mother was behind the curtain, John realized he was unequal to it. He knew he was just a kid and that he should not understand about being unequal to anything. Most people don't have to face that kind of realization until they were well out of childhood; he knew all that. But he had learned too early that you could be unequal to your situation.

Always strive to be a better parent to your children than your parents were to you. —DALEEN BATEMAN BARLOW

Shyness was a defense mechanism I had put up as a small child. Who knows why, but I felt safer keeping to myself than risk getting hurt by other people and I kept up that shield for years.

When you're a kid in a tough family situation, you're painfully vulnerable to trying to fill the void with peers.

That's really nice." I picture my mother and my aunt, a little over four years apart in age, curled up in the same bed, sharing innocent games of Let's Pretend. It makes the present situation seem that much sadder. Should geography and real estate signs outweigh the bonds formed by the shared milestones of childhood?

The Baby Thief: The Untold Story of Georgia Tann, the Baby Seller Who Corrupted Adoption by Barbara Bisantz Raymond

No matter who else passed through my life, no one would take the place of my brother. He would always be the only one with whom I shared the quiet beginnings of life, the awkwardness of growing up, the secret hiding places of childhood, the early hours of Christmas mornings waiting for Santa Claus, the arguments over space in the backseat of a car, the walk to school on the first day, and the rough times after things didn't go so well.

When I was little, I'd attended a neighborhood potluck there with Poppy and Aunt Ruth. There were tables full of casseroles, salads, and desserts. Was it possible that, now, just down the road, children were looking for food in trash cans?

this body is home, my childhood is buried here, my sleep rises and sets inside, desire crested and wore itself thin between these bones— I live here.

My mom moved up between Leland and Greenville when I was just a little tot.

Sure, my childhood was unusual. All these eccentric, wild people frequented our home: rock stars, drag queens, models, bikers, freaks. But I was not this little rich girl. My mom and I lived in an apartment.

He couldn't wait to get home from school, to play with Jenny 'till bedtime, when she went to sleep on his bed and both of them dreamed wonderful dreams all night, about a boy with a face like the sun and a small white dog gleaming like a star through the early-morning mist" -Sky Wolves, Livi Michael

And of all the rooms in my childhood, God was the largest and most empty.

Hair spills through my dreams, sprouts from my stomach, thickens my heart, and tangles the brain. Hair ties the tongue dumb. Hair ascends the tree. of my childhood -- the willow I climbed one bare foot and hand at a time, feeling the knuckles of the gnarled tree, hearing my father plead from his window, Don't fall!

Inside every old man lies the heart of a ten-year-old boy. Brave . . . unstoppable. The defender of field mice!

The history of childhood is a nightmare from which we have only recently begun to awaken.

The surprising thing is where I'd found him – not up a tree or sulking in the shade, or splashing around in one of the hill streams, but in a book. No one had told us kids to look there for a friend.

The man that I named the Giver passed along to the boy knowledge, history, memories, color, pain, laughter, love, and truth. Every time you place a book in the hands of a child, you do the same thing. It is very risky. But each time a child opens a book, he pushes open the gate that separates him from Elsewhere. It gives him choices. It gives him freedom. Those are magnificent, wonderfully unsafe things. [from her Newberry Award acceptance speech]

Gabe?" The newchild stirred slightly in his sleep. Jonas looked over at him. "There could be love", Jonas whispered.