All things grow with time - except grief.

In his grief over the loss of a dog, a little boy stands for the first time on tiptoe, peering into the rueful morrow of manhood. After this most inconsolable of sorrows there is nothing life can do to him that he will not be able somehow to bear.

He that conceals his grief finds no remedy for it

Just being out there with my dad, that was the best time growing up.

It's unbelievable and exciting at the same time. It's what you want to do since growing up as a kid, when you finally get that chance it's pretty remarkable.

She was deprived of normal stimuli during a critical time growing up, so she likely has the psyche of someone much younger.