When I was growing up, I just wanted to be somewhere else. I didn't like living in Knockemstiff, and I figured when I got older, I'd move off to some big city.
You know when I was a kid, I hated every day I was in school, from the kindergarten right through to my last day of high school.
Childhood knows unhappiness through men. In solitude, it can relax its aches. When the human world leaves him in peace, the child feels like the son of the cosmos.
I was miserable as a kid.
Not everybody loves their children. If that was a fact, all the children would be happy and they would make happy adults. Instead, we have lots of miserable children that later became miserable adults. This is a fact. We cannot change that.
Unhappiness in a child accumulates because he sees no end to the dark tunnel. The thirteen weeks of a term might just as well be thirteen years.
An infallible way to make your child miserable is to satisfy all his demands.
If my children were as unhappy as I was at school, I'd send them somewhere else, but it never occurred to my parents.
A child is an adult temporarily enduring conditions which exclude the possibility of happiness.
