Browsing Quotes With Tag: childhood (6)
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When you finally go back to your old hometown, you find it wasn’t the old home you missed but your childhood.
Speaker: Sam EwingSource: http://quotes4all.net/Posted: 10 Sep 2008 at 11:59 AMComments: None... Be the first to comment! -
I walk around the school hallways and look at the people. I look at the teachers and wonder why they’re here. If they like their jobs. Or us. And I wonder ho smart they were when they were fifteen. Not in a mean way. In a curious way. It’s like looking at all the students and wondering who’s had their heart broken that day, and how they are able to cope with having three quizzes and a book report on top of that. Or wondering who did the heart breaking. And wondering why. Especially since I know that if they went to another school, the person who had their heart broken would have had their heart broken by somebody else, so why does it have to be so personal?
Speaker: Stephen ChboskyPosted: 20 Aug 2008 at 4:44 PMComments: None... Be the first to comment! -
I walked over to the hill where we used to go and sled. There were a lot of little kids there. I watched them flying. Doing jumps and having races. And I thought that all those little kids are going to grow up someday. And all of those little kids are going to do the things that we do. And they will all kiss someone someday. But for now, sledding is enough. I think it would be great if sledding were always enough, but it isn’t.
Speaker: Stephen ChboskyPosted: 20 Aug 2008 at 4:36 PMComments: None... Be the first to comment! -
I think about all this sometimes when I’m watching a football game with Patrick and Sam. I look at the field, and I think about the boy who just made the touchdown. I think that these are the glory days for that boy, and this moment will just be another story someday because all the people who make touchdowns and home runs will become somebody’s dad. And when his children look at his yearbook photograph, they will think that their dad was rugged and handsome and looked a lot happier than they are.
I just hope I remember to tell my kids that they are as happy as I look in my old photographs. And I hope that they believe me.Speaker: Stephen ChboskyPosted: 20 Aug 2008 at 4:31 PMComments: None... Be the first to comment! -
I always wanted to be on a sports team like that. I’m not exactly sure why, but I always thought it would be fun to have “glory days.” Then, I would have stories to tell my children and golf buddies. I guess I could tell people about Punk Rocky and walking home from school and things like that. Maybe these are my glory days, and I’m not even realizing it because they don’t involve a ball.
Speaker: Stephen ChboskyPosted: 20 Aug 2008 at 4:30 PMComments: None... Be the first to comment! -
You know… a lot of kids at school hate their parents. Some of them got hit. And some of them got caught in the middle of wrong lives. Some of them were trophies for their parents to show the neighbors like ribbons or gold stars. And some of them just wanted to drink in peace.
For me personally, as much as I don’t understand my mom and dad and as much as I feel sorry for both of them sometimes, I can’t help but love them so much. My mom drives to visit the cemetary of people she loves. My dad cried during M*A*S*H, and trusted me to keep his secret, and let me sit on his lap, and called me “champ.”Speaker: Stephen ChboskyPosted: 20 Aug 2008 at 4:23 PMComments: None... Be the first to comment!