the old pirate wrote on Mar 23rd 2001, 16:28:44 about
| Amount of texts to »childhood« | 21, and there are 19 texts (90.48%) with a rating above the adjusted level (-3) |
| Average lenght of texts | 208 Characters |
| Average Rating | 3.429 points, 1 Not rated texts |
| First text | on Feb 7th 2001, 16:53:53 wrote robin about childhood |
| Latest text | on Jul 24th 2009, 21:33:16 wrote You know who about childhood |
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Texts to »Childhood«
Niniel wrote on Feb 25th 2007, 19:23:29 about
childhood
Rating: 5 point(s) | Read and rate text individuallyOnly in our time »childhood« has a signifance, only some hundred year ago a child was a human being, who still has to grow. Childhood was the state of »not-yet-being-complete«. Today we know, that childhood is an important stage in one's life – and has a significance of its own. Usually we think, childhood is a time of luck and playing, not worrying. So many of us wish, we could stay children forever. There was a time, when I wished that, too. But I understood, that growing up does not mean getting colder or loosing any of the fun, you can have as a child. Nobody hinders us to laugh and dance. Being adult surely is not easy – but being a child isn't easy, either.
Martin wrote on Apr 30th 2001, 22:32:07 about
childhood
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whatevernext96 wrote on Sep 12th 2001, 18:12:40 about
childhood
Rating: 7 point(s) | Read and rate text individually»Give me a child till the age of seven and it matters not what comes afterwards....«(St. Augustine). Hmmm, depends who you give them to.
Val wrote on Jun 28th 2001, 16:15:28 about
childhood
Rating: 5 point(s) | Read and rate text individuallyI sometimes wish I could be a child again that doesn't know that we all get older and colder...
HellaW. wrote on Mar 27th 2001, 00:04:26 about
childhood
Rating: 4 point(s) | Read and rate text individually
And it was morning.
And I found myself mourning,
for a childhood that I thought had disappeared.
I looked out the window,
And I saw a magpie in the rainbow, the rain had gone
I'm not alone, I turned to the mirror,
I saw you, the child, that once loved.
The child before they broke his heart,
Our heart, the heart that I believed was lost.
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