At last brought here-
My boyhood home, you know-
Not even a little tablet in Chicago
To keep my name alive.
At last brought here-
My boyhood home, you know-
Not even a little tablet in Chicago
To keep my name alive.
I suppose you could sum up the religious aspects of my boyhood by saying it was a time of life when I was taught the difference between right and wrong as it specifically applied to Catholicism.
My boyhood saw Greek islands floating over Harvard Square.
My boyhood life in New York City has impressed me with the popular ignorance and also with the great need of something better than local lore and weather proverbs.
Boyhood is a most complex and incomprehensible thing. Even when one has been through it, one does not understand what it was. A man can never quite understand a boy, even when he has been the boy.
I've been writing about my boyhood, when I was a little kid back on my grandfather's farm where we didn't know about black widow spiders or all that stuff. But writing about that is so easy.
I spent my boyhood behind the barbed wire fences of American internment camps and that part of my life is something that I wanted to share with more people.
The peculiar fascination which the South held over my imagination and my limited capital decided me in favor of Atlanta University; so about the last of September I bade farewell to the friends and scenes of my boyhood and boarded a train for the South.
All my boyhood, all I ever wanted was to be loved.
A lot of men who have accepted - or had imposed upon them in boyhood - the old English public school styles of careful modesty in speech, with much understatement, have behind their masks an appalling and impregnable conceit of themselves.
For my part, I do not much believe in the predilections of boyhood.
Ever since boyhood I've made a religion of keeping in shape by regular, conscientious exercise.
His English education at one of the great public schools had preserved his intellect perfectly and permanently at the stage of boyhood.
If boyhood and youth are but vanity, must it not be our ambition to become men?
Somewhere in my wildest childhood I must have done something right. Being able to make a boyhood dream come true is one thing, but to have a kid come along and thrill his dad like Brett Hull has thrilled me over his career is too much for one guy to handle.
Boyhood is the longest time in life for a boy. The last term of the school-year is made of decades, not of weeks, and living through them is like waiting for the millennium.
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