As a kid, I sensed history going on all around me, but the basic thrust of it didn't move me.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Looking back at my high school years, I'm struck by how slowly history can move.
History releases me from my own experience and jogs my fictional imagination.
Sometimes history takes things into its own hands.
Life moves fast. As much as you can learn from your history, you have to move forward.
When I was a kid, I loved history because history to me was a big story.
I've always been intrigued by the way history works, the way we decide what is mentioned.
Even in high school I was very interested in history - why people do the things they do. As a kid I spent a lot of time trying to relate the past to the present.
By the age of nine or ten, I knew that I loved history and writing. It got hold of me and never turned loose.
Nothing moves me more than the history of the United States.
As a child growing up in World War II, I was very moved and stirred by what was going on, but I distanced myself from history. I regarded history as just one more subject.