Quotes About Childhood

Only by being permitted to experience the consequences of his actions will the child acquire a sense of responsibility; and within the limits marked by the demands of his safety this must be done.

The last time I put on this uniform (Cincinnati), I think I was eight, for a father-son game.

My father used to call me the laughing hyena.

Father I cannot tell a lie. I did it with my little hatchet.

I don't remember my father reading to me, but I remember him telling me bedtime stories. I got to pick what was in them, and then he'd make them up.

As a father now, I wouldn't do what my dad did, because it left me feeling emotionally unstable as a kid. But he didn't do the things he did out of selfishness or malice.

When I was little I bragged about my firefighting father: my father would go to heaven, because if he went to hell he would put out all the fires.

I could pull all kinds of games on my mother. I couldn't pull any games on my father.

My father had a very violent temper, and he was never home. So I was kind of a mama's boy.

I was raised to work for my father when I was four.

I loved my parents... but that can never change the fact that my father's violence ruined my childhood.

I have more pictures of my children than my father ever looked at me.

I grew up not liking my father very much. I never saw him cry. But he must have. Everybody cries.

Because my father was often absent on naval duty, my mother suffered me to do much as I pleased

My father, when he went, made my childhood a gift of a half a century.

Now I can look back and say I actually like the upbringing I had and my father was very attentive and a great educator.

I've learned... That simple walks with my father around the block on summer nights when I was a child did wonders for me as an adult.

My father was a painter and he taught art. He once said to me, 'I never knew an Indian child who could not draw.'

When my mother died I was very young, And my father sold me while yet my tongue Could scarcely cry weep weep weep weep. So your chimneys I sweep, and in soot I sleep.

My father used to beat me with his belt...while it was still on him.

One of my earliest memories is of my father carrying me in one arm with a picket sign in the other.

All the learnin' my father ever paid for was a bit o' birch at one end and the alphabet at th ' other.

My favorite of my books is DAVE AT NIGHT, because it's loosely based on my father's childhood in an orphanage.

I played Little League for one year. That was it. Then my mother realized I liked books and threatened my father. I owe her forever for that.