Childhood has its secrets and its mysteries; but who can tell or who can explain them!
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Childhood is a fundamental part of all human lives, parents or not, since that's how we all start out. And yet babies and young children are so mysterious and puzzling and even paradoxical.
You know, as an only child, you're kind of in a bubble, and there are all sorts of things about my childhood that I still can't really place.
My childhood has never lost its mystery, and it has never lost its drama.
Kids search for what's relevant, what connects with their life... now. They know bad things happen like Hurricane Katrina. Through character driven stories, they explore what it's like to survive, thrive, and become more themselves.
Every childhood has its talismans, the sacred objects that look innocuous enough to the outside world, but that trigger an onslaught of vivid memories when the grown child confronts them.
My childhood was very colourful, and I am very good friends with both my parents. We have no secrets.
As every parent knows, children begin life as uninhibited, unabashed explorers of the unknown. From the time we can walk and talk, we want to know what things are and how they work - we begin life as little scientists.
I think that we are all much closer to our childhood selves than we often think, so when we read about childhood, it can surprise us how immediate or moving it is, when perhaps those feelings are just there, waiting to be accessed all the time.
Children know from a remarkably early age that things are being kept from them, that grown-ups participate in a world of mysteries.
Childhood means simplicity. Look at the world with the child's eye - it is very beautiful.