Quotes About Childhood

Everyone remembers that feeling,- Dara thought. The tortuous waiting of childhood. Waiting for parents, forever, waiting while adults do their adult things. Wanting to understand, the doors always closed. Until the adults finally decide to open them and then there's no shutting the door again.

Childhood is the fiery furnace in which we are melted down to essentials and that essential shaped for good. —KATHERINE ANNE PORTER

The drone in my ear, it's like the tornado drill in elementary school, the hand-cranked siren that rang mercilessly, all of us hunched over on ourselves, facing the basement walls, heads tucked into our chests. Beth and me wedged tight, jeaned legs pressed against each other. The sounds of our own breathing. Before we all stopped believing a tornado, or anything, could touch us, ever

Because they do burn leaves here, the older folks do, and I remember now that I love it and always have. The way fall feels at night because of it, because of the crackling sound and walking around the sidewalks, like when you're a kid, and kicking those soft piles, and seeing smoke from backyards and Mr. Kilstrap standing over the metal drum with the holes in the top, the sparking embers at his feet.

Yeah. That boy over there. He's my friend.' My gaze followed his pointing finger toward a little boy wearing a stuffed steering wheel attached around his waist and running around a racetrack laid out on the floor. 'Oh, yeah? What's his name?' 'I don't know.' Simon shrugged, unconcerned, and headed back to the playground. I watched him leap right into the game with a friend whose name didn't matter.

Where's your little ghost talker toy?" Tori asked. Mother

What she did not yet realize was that those boundaries were much looser for a child in the progressive circles of Salem and Boston, where a young girl who "poured out her whole heart" would be kindly received by adults eager to see proof of the innocent wisdom of childhood. As she grew older, Elizabeth would have to reckon with the fact that others began to find that same forthright manner disturbing in a young woman.

I'm in the Toad Pee Club!

Frank Pearl eats paste

But it's the temptation of so many suburban-raised children to invent tales of adversity, to create hardscrabble mythologies out of life histories marked by little more than field hockey games and orthodontist appointments.

My childhood was so inconsistent that I never expected normalcy, and it's enough for me to be able to have time and space to be good to myself and the people around me. Children are nice, but I decided to save myself instead.

Let the purity and innocence of a child be your one and only religion!

Man must be happy, as happy as a poor child cheerfully playing with his poor toy!

The best thing you can give to a child is to create an environment where the child can develop an independent mind so that he will be the man of no one and the instrument of no system!

But a child who learns things like this at the age of four will be a better person when he or she reaches the age of six, and you cannot underestimate a chance like that.

All I can say is that in my case comedy was keeping the joy of a happy childhood going strong.

Hey, I'm no artist, and all I had to work with was crayons and glitter—and a sad dream. Plus, my captive companion at the time was a seven-year-old girl with a pink bow in her hair.)

About my first memory, sitting on the shoulders of a giant who I know can only be my father. Of touching the sky. Of lying between two people who read me stories of wild things and journeys with dragons, the soft hum of their voices speaking of love and serenity. See, I remember love.

He remembers the times they'd walk toward him in the playground with that same look on their faces, but double in number with Siobhan and Tara. "It's the four horsewomen of the apocalypse," Jimmy Hailler would say. "They're going to make us do something we don't want to do." "We're not going to give in," Tom would say. But they did. Always.

She pointed above the little king's crib where a cutout piece of parchment hung from the ceiling. Froi's eyes followed her finger across the ceiling to the wall, where the light from the moon made a shape of a rabbit.

If the munchkin, whose face I used to wash, tries to explain to us what a sixty-niner is, I'm going to report myself to child protection.

We are all children until our fathers die.

When I was a child, I believed that what I want mattered so little that it wasn't even worth me discovering what it might be.

Like most children, he was on intimate terms with the earth. The under-tens deal in little sticks and pebbles; they are artisans of holes, experts in the types and properties of stones; they appreciate the many qualities of mud and its summer corollary, dust. And then they grow up, and the ground is just whatever's underfoot.