Quotes About Playground

I grew up thinking it was wonderful to be big and strong and to be able to knock down other children in the playground if I needed to. But I never felt the need.

I was brought up in the north of England, which is probably no rougher than anywhere else, but I remember as a child being kind of mesmerized by girls fighting on the playground.

New York can get on top of you if you don't have much money, but if you have money, it's kind of a playground.

My playground was our company. That's really where I grew up.

I always had my basketball. So when I showed up at the playground, everybody knew what I wanted to do.

Look, not everybody plays well with each other on the playground. I get that, that's politics.

For me, the Parc was a place where I came when I had pocket money!

We were as competitive as only a child state can be.

I stared in silence as Miranda swooped, shrieking, down the playground slide, searching to see alive in her all the dead love in me.

Comfort eating or pure greed? Most likely a mixture of both. Pieces of cake or biscuits or chocolate could instantly sweeten the sourness of my life. If you have been called gay all day in the playground, a cake when you returned home from school offered some consolation. A fairy cake of course.

My father would take me to the playground, and put me on mood swings.

The park was a highly secure place for people to do drugs after dark, more secure even than homes and apartments. The police didn't make regular patrols because they were too busy answering 911 calls. Policemen were more likely to enter a user's building during the night, answering a domestic abuse call from down the hallway, than they were to make a pass through the Orange Park playground.

I lived near Arthur's Seat when I lived in Edinburgh. It was the perfect playground as a child. I always have a wee run up there when I'm back.

Portugal have a mix of players and talent, which is what Portuguese players and coaches are often about. It's like play-ground football.

Kids are very cruel to each other.

Kids are really cruel.

Kids are cruel.

Fairy tales were great because they provided a no-limits playground for my imagination, and growing up, there's nothing more exciting.

Yet Burzee has its inhabitants—for all this. Nature peopled it in the beginning with Fairies, Knooks, Ryls and Nymphs. As long as the Forest stands it will be a home, a refuge and a playground to these sweet immortals, who revel undisturbed in its depths.

Driving home I see the playground but it's all wrong, the swings are on the opposite side. Oh, Jack, that's a different one, says Grandma. There's playgrounds in every town. Lots of the world seems to be a repeat.

And later in school I developed an interior life that was split obviously like the exterior life. One half-tied to Dey Street while we still lived there and the black life of the playground and streets. And the other tied to the school experiences of McKinley and Barringer. It must be true, maybe obvious, that the schizophrenic tenor of some of my life gets fueled from these initial sources (and farther back with words whispered into the little boy's ear, from mouths and radios).

My first kiss was fourth grade, girl named Krista West. We're walking out to the black top, and I throw my arm around her. I kiss her on the cheek.

I grew up in western Oregon, just outside Eugene, on 27 wooded acres that served as my playground.

When I was a kid, I was more interested in beating up boys on the playground than practicing music.