...If I ever got sloppy and maudlin, it would be for the streets of my childhood—but no self- respecting writer should ever eulogize a slum...
John GeddesTag: eulogy writer muse streets childhood-memories slum maudlin
...when I was a kid, Toronto streets were deserted and quiet on Sundays, except for the sound of church bells I stood on the sidewalk one December listening to the Christmas bells - I've never forgotten that moment...
John GeddesTag: memories december toronto childhood-memories christmas-bells church-bells deserted-streets
...some nights I'd sneak out and listen to the radio in my Dad's old Chevy - children need solitude - they don't teach that in school...
John GeddesTag: wisdom radio teach schooling solitutde dad childhood-memories old-chevy
And that's when I heard the whisper in my heart's ear: "It's not about your childhood. It's about who you are!
C. JoyBell C.Tag: reality inspirational-quotes childhood inspirational-life reality-check childhood-memories inspirational-persona letting-go-of-childhood
So much of our early gladness vanishes utterly from our memory: we can never recall the joy with which we laid our heads on our mother's bosom or rode on our father's back in childhood. Doubtless that joy is wrought up into our nature, as the sunlight of long-past mornings is wrought up in the soft mellowness of the apricot, but it is gone for ever from our imagination, and we can only BELIEVE in the joy of childhood.
George EliotTag: childhood-memories
Kimberly Reed explains why this love has transferred to adulthood, saying, "When you love something as a kid, you never stop loving it; you just tuck that love away in a different spot in your heart.
Nikki Van NoyTag: childhood-memories
My buddies and I wrote letters to hundreds of pofessional players, asking for autographed photos. Occasionally one responded, and to get a photo in th email was a reason to strut.
John GrishamTag: baseball childhood-memories calico-joe
But we left camp after a while and we was driving in a real spooky place cause all the roads up near camp are dark and in the woods and we had to drive for a while to get to a highway cause there was no street lights or anything and nothing but woods and my dad asked me if I had a good time and I told him I did, but that’s really a lie and I felt like telling him what it was like at that mean old camp, but I thought he’d get mad and tell me I’m making it up and I thought I’d tell him some other time like Febuary and cause I didn’t think he’d believe me anyway, but so I changed my mind and then I thought I should tell him now cause he’ll wonder howcome I never told him sooner, so when he said that’s a nasty gash and when he said what did I do, stumble on the trail and hit a big rock or something? I told him no and I told him that lots of bad things happened to me at camp and that I never want to go there again cause I hate it and I almost cried. But he said I always had a bibid emigination cause he’s sure it wasn’t that bad! And I don’t know about those big words either, but what he said made me kind of mad cause grownups always think they know what happened to you better than you do yourself.
Timothy Victor RichardsonTag: humor boys family childhood funny child family-relationships initiation camp grownups frightening childhood-memories
Alison's grandfather told her,'To err is human, to forgive divine
Diane GriffithTag: love friendships poignant childhood-memories famly-secrets fun-filled
The thing I miss most from home, is having a home.
Anthony LiccioneTag: love family home security mother father homeless childhood-memories nurturing broken-family
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