They soon stopped being ten years old. But whatever age they were seemed to be exactly the right age for having fun.
Maud Hart LovelaceTag: growing-up childhood
Memories of childhood were the dreams that stayed with you after you woke.
Julian BarnesTag: childhood childhood-memories
In the jumbled, fragmented memories I carry from my childhood there are probably nearly as many dreams as images from waking life. I thought of one which might have been my earliest remembered nightmare. I was probably about four years old - I don't think I'd started school yet - when I woke up screaming. The image I retained of the dream, the thing which had frightened me so, was an ugly, clown-like doll made of soft red and cream-coloured rubber. When you squeezed it, bulbous eyes popped out on stalks and the mouth opened in a gaping scream. As I recall it now, it was disturbingly ugly, not really an appropriate toy for a very young child, but it had been mine when I was younger, at least until I'd bitten its nose off, at which point it had been taken away from me. At the time when I had the dream I hadn't seen it for a year or more - I don't think I consciously remembered it until its sudden looming appearance in a dream had frightened me awake.
When I told my mother about the dream, she was puzzled.
'But what's scary about that? You were never scared of that doll.'
I shook my head, meaning that the doll I'd owned - and barely remembered - had never scared me. 'But it was very scary,' I said, meaning that the reappearance of it in my dream had been terrifying.
My mother looked at me, baffled. 'But it's not scary,' she said gently. I'm sure she was trying to make me feel better, and thought this reasonable statement would help. She was absolutely amazed when it had the opposite result, and I burst into tears.
Of course she had no idea why, and of course I couldn't explain. Now I think - and of course I could be wrong - that what upset me was that I'd just realized that my mother and I were separate people. We didn't share the same dreams or nightmares. I was alone in the universe, like everybody else. In some confused way, that was what the doll had been telling me. Once it had loved me enough to let me eat its nose; now it would make me wake up screaming. ("My Death")
Tag: dreams childhood nightmare doll scary scared parent
When you are a child you are yourself and you know and see everything prophetically. And then suddenly something happens and you stop being yourself; you become what others force you to be. You lose your wisdom and your soul.
Jean RhysTag: childhood
The last time you were happy about nothing; the first time you were afraid about nothing. Which came first?
Jean RhysTag: childhood
What, after all, is more real to us than the geography of our childhoods?
Dan Simmons. . .from their earliest years children live on familiar terms with disrupting emotions, fear and anxiety are an intrinsic part of their everyday lives, they continually cope with frustrations as best they can. And it is through fantasy that children achieve catharsis. It is the best means they have for taming Wild Things.
Maurice SendakTag: fantasy childhood catharsis
اللهم قنى شر الحرص و الحذر و الحيطة,و أحينى طفلاً شجاعاً و أمتنى طفلاً شجاعاً.اللهم إنى لا أريد أن أكون محنكاً أبداً.
أريد لقلبى أن ينفجر و هو يقول ما فيه,و لا أريده أن يموت مطوياً على سره.
هذه حياتى و لست أملك حياة غيرها.
Tag: life humanity children childhood
My next memory is of waking up, it then being dark outside, and my brother and sister fast asleep on the couch. Sitting up I sensed something was broken. Maybe the night? It was open and alive with lights and noises and worried voices. The adults were up, and in and out: we were all waiting for something.
Shane LeveneChildhood is the most valuable thing that's taken away from you in life, if you think about it.
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