If he could only prevent himself growing up! He did not want to be a man.

My whole life is out here-the whole of my life…I’d come here naked, as a boy-straight from that river out there-throw my clothes on the floor and climb into that loft and lie there dreaming...

Imagine, pretend, and play so you can become anyone you want to be. You don’t need to be afraid.

Adults were constantly auditioning, but for what?

as a childi supposei was not quitenormal.my happiest times werewheni was left alone inthe house on asaturday.

…it saddens me that she has to grow up and make friends with humans. I hear the future coming for her. Stomp, stomp, stomp.

Awakening your spiritual self is like having a second childhood with faulty parents, broken bones and proverbial brussel sprouts.

Unhappiness in a child accumulates because he sees no end to the dark tunnel. The thirteen weeks of a term might just as well be thirteen years.

[Health officials consider this approach to be a novel way to combat the growing problem of childhood obesity.] It is a bus where the students walk and the adults supervise, … Instead of driving, they...

I had a happy childhood: extremely outdoorsy and independent.

I remember always being baffled by other children. I would be at a birthday party and watch the other kids giggling and making faces, and I would try to do that, too, but I wouldn’t...

I have such a hopeless dream of walking or being there at night, nothing happens, I just pass, everything is unbearably over with.

You must know that there is nothing higher and stronger and more wholesome and good for life in the future than some good memory, especially a memory of childhood, of home. People talk to you...

Aching familiar in a way that made me wish I was still eight. Eight was before death or divorce or heartbreak. Eight was just eight. Hot dogs and peanut butter, mosquito bites and splinters, bikes...

No matter where you came from, there was something, someone out in the world or under the bed that frightened you as a child. The dark shapes that lurked on the edge of the world,...

What parent can give to their children is the gift of daily prayer.

It is interesting how one word can spark memories that one believes she has buried beyond recognition. War reminded me of the sharp and bittersweet smell of burning homes, temples, and palaces. It made my...

When I look back on my childhood, my earliest memories seem like artifacts from a long-lost civilization: half-understood fragments behind museum glass.

Benar. Kita tak pernah lagi menjumpai kebahagiaan yang setara dengan kebahagiaan masa kanak-kanak kita.” Pablo mengangguk sedih.

Children are often like hostages under the care of authority, with spankings and groundings nudging them like guns pointed at their skulls, threatening to shoot if the wrong words are uttered.

Once upon a time, there was a boy. He lived in a village that no longer exists, in a house that no longer exists, on the edge of a field that no longer exists, where...

I do to miss my childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in simple things, even as greater things crumbled. I could not control the world I was in, could not away from...

You can’t choose your childhood, it’s just what happens to you. But after that you choose. And that’s really what (makes you).

As his children, we were treated as some species of migrant workers who happened to be passing through. My father was the only person I ever knew who looked upon childhood as a dishonorable vocation...

The dilemma of the eighth-grade dance is that boys and girls use music in different ways. Girls enjoy music they can dance to, music with strong vocals and catchy melodies. Boys, on the other hand,...

That I always had space to run and that I had the opportunity to play with my imagination. I also loved that my mum drew and painted with me. I always remember that my parents...

You know, as an only child, you’re kind of in a bubble, and there are all sorts of things about my childhood that I still can’t really place.

In my childhood I led the life of a sage, when I grew up I started climbing trees

Being a child sucked. Being a teenager was worse. And being an adult seemed so far away that I had a better chance at swimming the length of the ocean than growing up.

My childhood was extreme.

One great advantage of the Early Childhood programs is the early detection of learning disabilities. [It’s] definitely a good service, but we need help.

I consider myself to have been formed by a lot of the locutions and aesthetics and principles of the Muslim way of life, and those are an important part of my childhood and my identity.

Thirty years ago my older brother, who was ten years old at the time, was trying to get a report written on birds that he’d had three months to write, which was due the next...

I realized that I had traveled to Havana during what now seems like the childhood of the Cuban Revolution, if you think that Fidel has now been in power for 44 extremely long years. I...

Think for a minute, darling: in fairy tales it’s always the children who have the fine adventures. The mothers have to stay at home and wait for the children to fly in the window.

To be honest, I’ve always made films and I never really stopped, starting with little stop-motion experiments using my dad’s Super 8 camera. In my mind, it’s all one big continuum of filmmaking and I’ve...

…the place I was bound for on my latest pilgrimage was filled with living, first-hand memories of all the enchanted years that lie between two and eighteen. How enchanted those years are is made more...

Of course the Neverlands vary a good deal. John’s, for instance, had a lagoon with flamingos flying over it at which John was shooting, while Michael, who was very small, had a flamingo with lagoons...

I put a positive spin on a difficult childhood in my 10 essays. Available on Amazon.com.

I am convinced that every effort must be made in childhood to teach the young to use their own minds. For one thing is sure: If they don’t make up their minds, someone will do...

…nobody was ever really ready to turn off their mother’s machine, no matter what they thought; to turn off the light of their childhood and walk away, just as if they were turning out a...

That’s because we have it so good”, I told her, trying on his deep voice. We impersonated him all the way home, laughing and blowing bubbles, both of us knowing that he was right. We...

For there comes a time in life when the pity previously reserved only for children takes on a different form, a time when we study the faces of ‘old people’ and sense that one day...

He didn’t want to play football. He wanted to be told the truth.

Weird how I can feel so frail and tiny sometimes, and other times so brave and bold and reckless and free, and . . . Does everybody feel the same? When people get grown-up, do...

It reminded me of how children always thought too big; how the world tackled and chiseled them to keep them safe.

I felt somehow happy to be so high above the world – a childish feeling, I grant, but we can’t help becoming children as we leave social conventions behind and come nearer to nature. All...

The truth of the matter was something much more subtle and tremendous than any plain physical miracle could ever be. But never mind that. The important thing was that, when I did see the stars...

Her childhood had been magical, hours spent in ecstatic loneliness in the apple orchard, dreaming of foreign lands and wild adventures. Everything was new, down to bird song and grass blades. By the time she...

As a child, I was aware that, at night, infrared vision would reveal monsters hiding in the bedroom closet only if they were warm-blooded. But everybody knows that your average bedroom monster is reptilian and...