“Australia is an island surrounded by water. My fondest memories growing up were trips to the beach, walking around the harbour and playing in the beautiful parks.” BeautifulWaterMemoriesGrowing UpGrowingWalkingBeachIslandsParksAustraliaHarbors Author:Tammin Sursok
“Living in Sydney, I've taken the chance to start surfing again. One of my best memories of growing up is catching my first proper wave and surfing across it and my brother cheering at me from the shore.” FirstsMemoriesChanceGrowing UpTakenGrowingBrotherWaveMy BrotherShoreCheerSurfingCatchingSydneyBest Memories Author:Markus Zusak
“Growing up in Poland, I didn't have the experience of going to Disneyland as a child, so I don't have any childhood memories connected to it, good or bad.” ChildrenMemoriesGrowing UpGrowingChildhoodConnectedDisneylandChildhood MemoriesPoland Author:Abel Korzeniowski
“Everything you do is autobiographical. Yeah, I grew up in a town called Redding and I had older brothers and sisters so it's all my memories of growing up.” MemoriesGrowing UpGrowingBrotherGrewGrew UpTownsYeahBrothers And SistersOlder Brother Author:Ricky Gervais
“I had great memories of growing up in a working class estate. I remember it being sunny all the time. So we're putting that on screen. It's not people wallowing in degradation.” PeopleRememberMemoriesClassGrowing UpGrowingScreensEstatesWorking ClassSunnyDegradationWallowingGreat Memories Author:Ricky Gervais
“I come from a family who prided themselves, both sides, on memory. And I was told growing up, constantly, that I was born with a really good memory.” SidesBornMemoriesGrowing UpGrowingBoth SidesGood Memories Author:Robbie Robertson
“Sisters, while they are growing up, tend to be very rivalrous and as young mothers they are given to continual rivalrous comparisons of their several children. But once the children grow older, sisters draw closer together and often, in old age, they become each other's chosen and most happy companions. In addition to their shared memories of childhood and of their relationship to each other's children, they share memories of the same home, the same homemaking style, and the same small prejudices about housekeeping that carry the echoes of their mother's voice.” ChildrenHomeAgeTogetherYoungMotherGivenGrowsVoiceMemoriesGrowing UpGrowingShareChildhoodStyleDrawsPrejudiceChosenOld AgeComparisonCompanionEchoesChildhood MemoriesHousekeepingOlder SisterYoung MotherHomemaking Author:Margaret Mead
“In giving our daughter life, her father and I had also given her death, something I hadn't realized until that new creature flailed her arms in what was now infinite space. We had given her disease and speeding cars and flying cornices: once out of the fortress that had been myself, she would never be safe again ... We disappoint our kids and they disappoint us, and sometimes they grow up into people we don't like very much. We go on loving, though what we love may be more memory than actuality. And until the day we die we fear the phone that rings in the middle of the night.” PeopleGivingMaySometimesKidsNightDiesFatherGivenGrowsMemoriesSpaceGrowing UpMiddleCarArmsGoes OnSafeCreaturesDiseaseDaughterInfinitePhonesRingsFlyingDisappointMiddle Of The NightOur DaughterActualityFortressesSpeedingInfinite SpaceSpeeding Cars Author:Mary Cantwell
“My favorite memories growing up in North Carolina were hunting and fishing with my father and brothers. There, I developed a deep appreciation for protecting land and waterways. There, I learned outdoorsmanship.” FatherMemoriesGrowing UpGrowingLandBrotherMy FavoriteAppreciationFishingHuntingCarolinaNorth CarolinaHunting And FishingFather And BrotherFavorite Memories Author:Louis Bacon
“For children, childhood is timeless. It is always the present. Everything is in the present tense. Of course, they have memories. Of course, time shifts a little for them and Christmas comes round in the end. But they don't feel it. Today is what they feel, and when they say 'When I grow up,' there is always an edge of disbelief - how could they ever be other than what they are?” FeelsChildrenLittlesEndsTodayCoursesGrowsMemoriesGrowing UpChildhoodRoundsEdgesTimelessTenseDisbeliefPresent Tense Author:Ian Mcewan
“When I was a kid growing up in Kentucky, on lucky summer nights, my cousin would pick me up in his Chevy Super Sport and drive me down along the Ohio River to Cincinnati to hear some rock 'n' roll. Those were exciting times, and the bands would play late into the night, rocking soaked in sweat. When I hear the Ready Stance, these memories come back to me and I remember that Cincinnati has produced so many wonderful musicians. The Ready Stance is among that number. You will be hearing a lot about them in the future.” PlayKidsRememberNightSportsMemoriesNumbersGrowing UpGrowingWonderfulRocksReadyLuckyBandLateSummerMusicianPicksRiversExcitingHearingSweatRock N RollCousinOhioStanceKentuckyMy CousinKids Growing UpSummer NightsPick MePick Me UpCome Back To MeChevy Author:Chris Frantz
“We face challenges every day both big and small. But regardless we are always ready for any obstacle, and we have each other to stay grounded, grow together and for comfort. Our memories growing up are what built our foundation. I think we are proof to never give up. None of us are perfect, and we're okay with making fun of our flaws.” ThinkingGivingBigsTogetherFacesFunGrowsChallengesMemoriesPerfectGrowing UpGrowingReadyComfortGiving UpBuiltOkayFoundationObstaclesProofFlawsGroundedNever Giving UpOur Memories Author:Christina Milian
“Being a best-selling author just means the world for me. Some of my happiest memories, growing up, are being at book stores and reading books I couldn't afford, as a kid, and the midnight parties, waiting for the next Harry Potter book. The fact that I have that straw in my cap means more to me than anything I've ever accomplished before.” WorldMeanBookFactsKidsReadingNextWaitingMemoriesPartyGrowing UpGrowingStoresSellingAccomplishedReading BooksHarry PotterMidnightPottersCapsStraws Author:Chris Colfer
“I don't think I really knew how fit I was when I was a kid. I rode with my dad quite long distances and I've been racing since the age of nine, so we did a lot of sport growing up. My earliest memories of my dad are watching him race, so it was inevitable when we were old enough that my brother and I would get on bikes.” ThinkingLongEnoughKidsAgeSportsMemoriesRaceGrowing UpGrowingBrotherDadFitDistanceMy DadNineInevitableMy BrotherRacingBikeLong Distance Author:Victoria Pendleton
“We did not have a television while I was growing up, and so I read voraciously. My earliest memory of being utterly transfixed by a book was Madeleine L'Engle's 'A Wrinkle in Time.” BookMemoriesGrowing UpGrowingTelevisionWrinklesMadeleinesWrinkle In Time Author:Dan Brown
“One of my first memories of being a kid was, 'I want to have a real job when I grow up.' And to me that meant you wear a suit and a hat and carry a briefcase and go to your job.” WantFirstsRealKidsJobsGrowsMemoriesGrowing UpSuitsHatsReal JobsBeing A KidBriefcases Author:Will Ferrell
“I have always loved jazz music and as a teen growing up in New York City and then later on as an adult have great memories of the jazz clubs that were all located on 52nd Street. I still catch as many jazz shows as I can when I am in New York. And when I perform, I have my jazz quartet by my side. Jazz musicians keep things spontaneous and very "live," which is the way I like to perform.” WayStillsI CanShowsSidesMemoriesCitiesGrowing UpGrowingStreetsNew YorkMusicianAdultsJazzClubsNew York CitySpontaneousJazz MusicJazz MusicianQuartetsGreat Memories Author:Tony Bennett
“My first memory as a child growing up is of playing in the gardens, the mosque is really a gigantic garden, probably the biggest in all of East Jerusalem. Our house was about 100 meters from the mosque.” FirstsChildrenHouseMemoriesGrowing UpGrowingGardenEastJerusalemMeterMosquesChildren Growing UpGrowing Children Author:Rula Jebreal
“I'm appalled at how many people my age, or even five or ten years younger, have no tangible memories of important history that happened when we were growing up.” PeopleYearsImportantAgeMemoriesGrowing UpFiveGrowingHappenedTenTangible Author:Jello Biafra
“One of my pleasantest memories as a kid growing up in New Orleans was how a bunch of us kids, playing, would suddenly hear sounds. It was like a phenomenon, like the Aurora Borealis -- maybe. The sounds of men playing would be so clear, but we wouldn't be sure where they were coming from. So we'd start trotting, start running-- 'It's this way! It's this way!' -- And sometimes, after running for a while, you'd find you'd be nowhere near that music. But that music could come on you any time like that. The city was full of the sounds of music.” MenWaySometimesWould BeRunningKidsSoundMemoriesCitiesGrowing UpClearGrowingBunchPhenomenonNew OrleansKids Growing UpSound Of MusicAuroraKids PlayingTrotting Author:Danny Barker
“I went every Sunday to church when I was growing up, and I think that music had an affect on me before my memory can recall.” ThinkingChurchMemoriesGrowing UpGrowingSundayRecalls Author:M. Ward
“I have fond memories of growing up in beautiful England. It is very much a part of the fabric of me, even though I left when I was quite young. It's just a very different culture over there, filled with a profound depth of history.” DifferentBeautifulYoungCultureLeftMemoriesGrowing UpGrowingEnglandFilledProfoundDepthFabricDifferent CulturesFond Memories Author:Samantha Newark
“I was very competitive growing up. I can't even play chess anymore because I used to play tournament chess in school. There's too much sense memory of sitting in front of a chess board and getting super intense about it. It's ruined the game for me.” I CanPlaySchoolUsedGamesMemoriesGrowing UpToo MuchGrowingFrontsSittingChessIntenseBoardsRuinedTournaments Author:Chris Hardwick
“I think back to when I was growing up in Fort Worth, Texas, in the 1950s, during the [John] McCarthy era, with two parents who founded a Unitarian Church. We lived in a little frame house, and my bedroom was just down the hall from the kitchen. My favorite memories of childhood are of the smell of coffee wafting into my bedroom as my parents and their friends talked about the big, important things - about racism and about how to move our country to live its values.” ThinkingLittlesTwoImportantCountryBigsMovingValuesHouseParentChurchMemoriesGrowing UpGrowingChildhoodRacismImportant ThingsMy FavoriteSmellCoffeeOur CountryErasKitchenHallsTexasBedroomChildhood MemoriesFortsUnitarianFavorite MemoriesUnitarian ChurchFort Worth Author:Frances Moore Lappé