I had 500 kids at camp this past summer for example. We do nine weeks for kids and nine days for grown ups every summer. The adult camp is a lot of fun.
Of these years nought remains in memory but the sad feeling that we have advanced and only grown older.
Editors have grown timid… a brave advance is almost inevitably followed by quick back-tracking, generally by dilution and debasement of the original intention.
I find myself frequently introducing myself to someone, saying that, you know, I’ve grown up black and biracial in the United States.
We may feel the pain of falling back from a level of affluence to which we have grown accustomed, but most people in developed countries are still, by historical standards, extraordinarily well off.
Though actually the work of man’s hands – or, more properly speaking, the work of his travelling feet, – roads have long since come to seem so much a part of Nature that we have grown to think of them as a feature of the landscape no less natural than rocks and trees.
I’d grown accustomed to seeing myself as someone who, if fallible and unworthy, had nevertheless managed to do one thing well enough to get recognition for it.
Immigrant children are highly vulnerable. Their level of disadvantage and fragility has consistently grown due to factors outside their control.
Colombia has been the leading western recipient of U.S. arms and training as violence has grown through the ’90s.
I knew from the age of four that I wanted to preach. I didn’t even consider it strange that grown people were listening to this kid preaching until I was around thirteen. I have never believed in limitations.