childhood

Most kids don't give a hoot in hell for brains; they go a penny a pound, and the kid with the high I.Q. who can't play baseball or at least come in third in the local circle jerk is everybody's fifth wheel.

Sometimes, when you were thinking about something, trying to understand it, it opened up in your head without you expecting it to, like it was a soft spongy light unfolding, and you understood, it made sense forever_

their suburbia house in Brentwood" was how she referred to the house when we bought it, a twelve-year-old establishing that it was not her decision, not her taste, a child claiming the distance all children imagine themselves to need.

I'm not sure who invented dodgeball, but I can almost guarantee you that it wasn't the shortest kid in the class.

They say a happy childhood is a lousy preparation for life. Kids who spend their playground days fat, ginger or gay know the truth.

The world would be a brighter, happier place, if we could only remember our childhood wonder.

It is time for a return to childhood, to simplicity, to running and climbing and laughing in the sunshine, to experiencing happiness instead of being trained for a lifetime of pursuing happiness. It is time to let children be children again.

To My MotherYou too, my mother, read my rhymesFor love of unforgotten times,And you may chance to hear once moreThe little feet along the floor.

I think I was very often bored as a child, but boredom is not what I knew it as__hat I knew was that I worried a lot

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 it for them.

I'll love you forever,I'll like you for always,As long as I'm livingmy baby you'll be.

Just as she was unaware of the hidden currents of politics running below the surface of College affairs, so the Scholars, for their part, would have been unable to see the rich seething stew of alliances and enmities and feuds and treaties which was a child__ life in Oxford. Children playing together: how pleasant to see! What could be more innocent and charming?

Rage swept over her at being young, young and little, as if some evil fairy had put that spell on her. Why must you be locked up in this dreadful cage of childhood for twenty or a hundred years? Nothing in life was possible unless you were old and rich, until then you were only small and futile before your tormentors, desperately waiting for the release that only years could bring.

What a tremendous power one needs to become his own master!

Whatever we know as children, this is the world, eaten whole and without question.

If the Holy Communion touched my teeth, I thought that was a mortal sin

One day I had nothing but my childhood to defend myself_.

I try to cherish the moments I have, for I dread the day I get out of the tub and the wrinkles won't go away...