#childhood

Where are the eyes of my childhood, those fearful eyes she had thirty years ago, the eyes that made me? ↗

— Annie Ernaux

#childhood #age

Resiliency is not gender-, age-, or intellectually specific... ↗

— Asa Don Brown

#psychologist #psychology #ptsd #recovery #research

For a child, it is in the simplicity of play that the complexity of life is sorted like puzzle pieces joined together to make sense of the world. ↗

— L.R. Knost

#children #motherhood #parenting #play #age

They soon stopped being ten years old. But whatever age they were seemed to be exactly the right age for having fun. ↗

— Maud Hart Lovelace

#growing-up #age

People gave you a hard time about being a kid at twelve. They didn't want to give you Halloween candy anymore. They said things like, "If this was the Middle Ages, you'd be married and you'd own a farm with a million chickens on it." They were trying to kick you out of childhood. Once you were gone, there was no going back, so you had to hold on as long as you could. Marika was beckoning from the other side. ↗

— Heather O'Neill

#loss #age

So the first step out of childhood is made all at once, without looking before or behind, without caution, and nothing held in reserve. ↗

— Ursula K. Le Guin

#childhood #coming-of-age #earthsea #age

…because I was only eleven years old, I was wrapped in the best cloak of invisibility in the world. ↗

— Alan Bradley

#attitude #childhood #invisibility #noticeable #attitude

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… ↗

— Roddy Doyle

#coming-of-age #growing-up #paddy-clarke #roddy-doyle #age

Dad used to read aloud to us from Dickens and Kipling. My tastes were omnivorous. I read anything I could lay my hands on, but the memory that stays with me is that of my father reading the Jungle Books to us when we were young. Beautiful stories! ↗

— A.B. Guthrie

#childhood-memory #childhood-stories #dickens #interview-transcription #kipling

Ultima came to stay with us the summer I was almost seven. When she came the beauty of the llano unfolded before my eyes, and the gurgling waters of the river sang to the hum of the turning earth. The magical time of childhood stood still, and the pulse of the living earth pressed its mystery into my living blood. ↗

— Rudolfo Anaya

#beauty #bless #childhood #llano #me