I met Baba Yaga at the end of childhood – past pigtails and fairytales, but not quite ready to give up on make-believe.

And that's when I heard the whisper in my heart's ear: "It's not about your childhood. It's about who you are!

When I write...I am in the fond armsof a childhood friendupon whose colorful heart I can hang the charcoal drawingsof my woes.

The nutcracker sits under the holiday tree, a guardian of childhood stories. Feed him walnuts and he will crack open a tale...

...it saddens me that she has to grow up and make friends with humans. I hear the future coming for her. Stomp, stomp, stomp.

The streets looked small, of course. The streets that we have only seen as children always do I believe when we go back to them

Ne, nisu jučer ubili majku, srušili kuću. Ubili su, babo, moje djetinjstvo, mladost, snove, sav moj život.

Benar. Kita tak pernah lagi menjumpai kebahagiaan yang setara dengan kebahagiaan masa kanak-kanak kita." Pablo mengangguk sedih.

The move towards the extension of personhood to children is already underway, and is utterly, completely and totally unstoppable!

life is protected most under parents shelter.after this-examinations are ours.willing to give or not.life never asks for options.

Awakening your spiritual self is like having a second childhood with faulty parents, broken bones and proverbial brussel sprouts.

If you ever want to see heaven, watch a bunch of young girls play. They are all sweat and skinned knees. Energy and open faces.

...the child trying not to appear as a child, of the strenuousness with which she tried to present the face of a convincing adult.

... I wrote about ... my childhood, when dreams were small and attainable for all. When sweets were a penny and god was a rabbit.

The essence of childhood of course is play which my friends and I did endlessly on streets that we reluctantly shared with traffic