I need a few good quotes about childhood,memories,etc for a christmas present. Any good ideas?

Answer 1

1. "There is a garden in every childhood, an enchanted place where colors are brighter, the air softer, and the morning more fragrant than ever again." -Elizabeth Lawrence

2. "We could never have loved the earth so well if we had had no childhood in it." -George Eliot, The Mill on the Floss, 1860

3. "The greatest poem ever known / Is one all poets have outgrown: / The poetry, innate, untold, / Of being only four years old." -Christopher Morley, To a Child

4. "What we remember from childhood we remember forever - permanent ghosts, stamped, inked, imprinted, eternally seen." -Cynthia Ozick

5. "And even if you were in some prison, the walls of which let none of the sounds of the world come to your senses - would you not then still have your childhood, that precious, kingly possession, that treasure-house of memories?" -Rainer Maria Rilke

6. "Leftovers in their less visible form are called memories. Stored in the refrigerator of the mind and the cupboard of the heart." -Thomas Fuller

7. "A three year old child is a being who gets almost as much fun out of a fifty-six dollar set of swings as it does out of finding a small green worm." -Bill Vaughan

8. "Childhood memories are the stabilizer of our lives! They are the safe place we go to when things do not go well or when we are feeling unsure. I cannot imagine living my adult life without the memories of those years of happiness and innocence." -Flickr user "Mimosa"

9. "Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself." -Kahlil Gibran

10. A poem about childhood memories of a best friend: http://www.forwardgarden.com/forward/40518.html

If you'd like more fluffy Internet poems and things like that, I suggest checking out http://www.forwardgarden.com. If you're looking for more quotes, try Quotegarden, Thinkexist, or Brainyquote. They all have huge searchable databases. You could also try those Chicken Soup For the Soul books, which are stuffed with inspirational stories, anecdotes and quotes.

Best of luck & happy giftmaking!

Answer 2

Quotes About Childhood Memories

Answer 3

Childhood Memories Quotes

Answer 4

If you don't stop, your face will freeze that way.

Answer 5

Adventure With Grandma

I remember my first Christmas adventure with Grandma. I was just a kid. I
remember tearing across town on my bike to visit her on the day my big
sister dropped the bomb: "There is no Santa Claus," she jeered. "Even
dummies know that!"

My Grandma was not the gushy kind, never had been. I fled to her that day
because I knew she would be straight with me. I knew Grandma always told
the truth, and I knew that the truth always went down a whole lot easier
when swallowed with one of her world-famous cinnamon buns. I knew they were
world-famous, because Grandma said so. It had to be true.

Grandma was home, and the buns were still warm. Between bites, I told her
everything. She was ready for me. "No Santa Claus!" she snorted.
"Ridiculous! Don't believe it. That rumor has been going around for years, and it makes
me mad, plain mad. Now, put on your coat, and let's go."

"Go? Go where, Grandma?" I asked. I hadn't even finished my second
world-famous, cinnamon bun. "Where" turned out to be Kerby's General
Store, the one store in town that had a little bit of just about everything. As
we walked through its doors, Grandma handed me ten dollars. That was a
bundle in those days. "Take this money," she said, "and buy something for someone
who needs it.

I'll wait for you in the car." Then she turned and walked out of Kerby's.

I was only eight years old. I'd often gone shopping with my mother, but
never had I shopped for anything all by myself. The store seemed big and
crowded, full of people scrambling to finish their Christmas shopping. For
a few moments I just stood there, confused, clutching that ten- dollar bill,
wondering what to buy, and who on earth to buy it for.

I thought of everybody I knew: my family, my friends, my neighbors, the
kids at school, the people who went to my church. I was just about thought
out, when I suddenly thought of Bobby Decker. He was a kid with bad breath
and messy hair, and he sat right behind me in Mrs. Pollock's grade-two class.
Bobby Decker didn't have a coat. I knew that because he never went out for
recess during the winter. His mother always wrote a note, telling the teacher
that he had a cough, but all we kids knew that Bobby Decker didn't have a cough,
and he didn't have a coat. I fingered the ten-dollar bill with growing
excitement. I would buy Bobby Decker a coat!

I settled on a red corduroy one that had a hood to it. It looked real
warm, and he would like that. "Is this a Christmas present for someone?" the lady
behind the counter asked kindly, as I laid my ten dollars down. "Yes," I
replied shyly. "It's .... for Bobby." The nice lady smiled at me. I didn't
get any change, but she put the coat in a bag and wished me a Merry Christmas.

That evening, Grandma helped me wrap the coat in Christmas paper and
ribbons (a little tag fell out of the coat, and Grandma tucked it in her
Bible) and wrote, "To Bobby, From Santa Claus" on it -- Grandma said that Santa
always insisted on secrecy. Then she drove me over to Bobby Decker's
house, explaining as we went that I was now and forever officially one of Santa's
helpers.

Grandma parked down the street from Bobby's house, and she and I crept
noiselessly and hid in the bushes by his front walk. Then Grandma gave me
a nudge. "All right, Santa Claus," she whispered, "get going."

I took a deep breath, dashed for his front door, threw the present down on
his step, pounded his doorbell and flew back to the safety of the bushes
and Grandma. Together we waited breathlessly in the darkness for the front door
to open. Finally it did, and there stood Bobby.

Fifty years haven't dimmed the thrill of those moments spent shivering,
beside my Grandma, in Bobby Decker's bushes. That night, I realized that
those awful rumors about Santa Claus were just what Grandma said they were:
ridiculous. Santa was alive and well, and we were on his team.

I still have the Bible, with the tag tucked inside: $19.95.

He who has no Christmas in his heart will never find Christmas under a tree.