Mark Hunt Quotes

Like a lot of kids, I had a Superman cake or different theme cakes, but then I hit the age where I think my mom thought I was ready for the German chocolate cake that she makes for my dad. Just the sight of that, the taste of that frosting, just reminds me of being at home with my mom and my dad and my sister and my friends.

I'm a really nostalgic person. I love taking photos and video and having memories. I remember all my childhood videos that my dad used to take. I think that's really what life is about - especially when you start a family of your own.

I have very vivid memories of my mother reading to us as kids.

The walls of our upstairs hallway testify that we once had photogenic children. There are rows of framed pictures that show them playing baseball, basketball, holding a toad, and smiling in the sunlight at their eager parents. Everything is orderly and bright.

My dad documented my whole life on video and there are so many recordings of my sister and I dancing and singing along to Michael Jackson's music.

When I was little, my mom made all of my costumes.

I have such strong memories of my Daddy.

A handsome period of my childhood was spent at our house in Tollygunge.

Ingydar was the name of my great-aunt Becky's horse, who passed away when I was a kid.

The young remember most deeply.... When we are old and failing, it is the memories of childhood which can be summoned most clearly.

Its an eerie thing. My childhood is being washed away.

My first-born. All I can remember of her is how she loved the burned bottom of bread. Can you beat that? Eight children and that's all I remember.

I just hope I remember to tell my kids that they are as happy as I look in my old photographs. And I hope that they believe me.

Childhood is less clear to me than to many people: when it ended I turned my face away from it for no reason that I know about, certainly without the usual reason of unhappy memories. For many years that worried me, but then I discovered that the tales of former children are seldom to be trusted. Some people supply too many past victories or pleasures with which to comfort themselves, and other people cling to pains, real and imagined, to excuse what they have become.

Love her as in childhood Through feeble, old and grey. For you’ll never miss a mother’s love Till she’s buried beneath the clay.

I wish my family had taken more pictures when I was growing up. Instead of always having to draw everything.

Dear, sweet, unforgettable childhood! Why does this irrevocable time, forever departed, seem brighter, more festive and richer than it actually was?

The biggest thing I’ve heard for the last four months is, ‘Thanks for ruining my childhood’.

A sibling is the lens through which you see your childhood.

Stones and bones; snow and frost; seeds and beans and polliwogs. Paths and twigs, assorted kisses, We all know who Daddy misses! His two little frogs of girls, that’s who. They know where they are, do you, do you?

I always think of childhood as the inarticulate moment, and you have your little camera. You were filming it, recording it, you just didn't know how to speak it.

And what did I think when I was small and why did I forget? And what else will I forget when I grow older? And if you forget is it as if it never happened? Will none of the things you saw or thought or dreamed matter?

But the years came and went without bringing the careless boy; and when they met again Wendy was a married woman, and Peter was no more to her than a little dust in the box in which she had kept her toys.

An idyllic childhood is probably illusion.

What is it about childhood that never lets you go, even when you're so wrecked it's hard to believe you ever were a child?