I vividly remember sixth grade. It's the year when kids turn mean, and it's definitely no longer okay to cry in public. So we force our hot tears back, and they burn our throats all the way down.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I cried every day of first grade. In class. Which meant I ended up getting comfortable emoting in a place where it wasn't the norm.
Everyone can teach themselves to cry... but sometimes you have just got to see that mental movie going on. You've got to be feeling it.
Growing up, I saw my mother cry exactly once. The morning of her brother's funeral. One long tear ran down her cheek through her make up until she caught it near her mouth and patted it dry with a tissue she pulled from inside her sleeve.
When a child can be brought to tears, and not from fear of punishment, but from repentance he needs no chastisement. When the tears begin to flow from the grief of their conduct you can be sure there is an angel nestling in their heart.
When you have a tough childhood, you either cry or make a joke.
Sixth grade was a big time, in my childhood, of hoops and friendship, and coming up with funny things.
For college seniors there should be a week of being allowed to cry. Just break down and cry because you are scared and don't know what's next.
There are teachers in the United States who cry in the daytime because they see a child or children who haven't eaten properly, children who haven't used soap in so long.
It's OK to let your children see you cry.
The thing about kids is that they express emotion. They don't hold back. If they want to cry, they cry, and if they are in a good mood, they're in a good mood.