Right now some future general is lying in his crib trying to get his big toe in his mouth. Such was probably the case of our guest of honor tonight.
Samuel Langhorne Clemens, 1835-1910
At about a year and a half, the child discovers another fact, and that is that each thing has its own name.
My mum said she remembers me asking her if she'd take me to ballet lessons when I was about two and a half. She said I could barely speak, and yet was asking for ballet lessons.
I was singing before I could talk.
To laugh, if but for an instant only, has never been granted to man before the fortieth day from his birth, and then it is looked upon as a miracle of precocity.
I was about two years old when I first started drawing recognizable characters.
Gosh, I couldn't even talk right until I was about 6 years old or something like that.
I find myself drawn to that period where children are about to leave childhood behind. When you're 12 years old, you still have one foot in childhood; the other is poised to enter a completely new stage of life.
I knew how to swim by the time I turned 4.
