by Rick Badman

Created on: August 23, 2010

I love my inner child.  it would allow me to enter a candy store and buy a hefty bag of chocolate, jellies, sour drops, and enough goodies to rot my teeth out.  Too bad my adult self has to pay the bills.  So I only allow my inner child to have just enough candy to satisfy it for awhile.  Also, I don't like the thought of getting sick after eating several pounds of candy that has no food value. 

As an adult, attending a county fair means looking at the exhibits and admiring the handiwork of the entrants.  I know how hard they people work to produce things and raise animals.  But my inner child still loves to ride the rides, eat carmel apples, and sample various foods that are displayed.  When I was a real child I couldn't wait to get on the rides.  But my adult self makes my inner child wait.  At least my adult self can pay for more rides. 

My adult self works hard.  My inner child still loves to play.  So I combine both selves.  If I am mowing a yard, I am also a giant alien destroying planets that are made of grass.  The inhabitants flee to other parts of the planet or fly to safety on other worlds.  It would be very boring to just cut grass.  Buck my inner child makes it a game that makes time fly by. 

My inner child knows how to have fun more than my adult self does.  Ienjoy writing serious things like editorials and technical information.  But my inner child loves to write adventure stories and humorous articles that are at time very silly.  If I can make people laugh, my inner child is thrilled.  My adult self would live in Newgate, New York if it existed while my inner child would live in West Horvennocker. 

My inner child wants to laugh, run through fields, eat things that drop on the ground if I think it's clean enough to consume, and dig in the ground as I did in Arkansas at the Crater of Diamonds State Park.  There was the possibility I would find diamonds that would be worth thousands of dollars.  As a child I dreamed of finding buried treasure.  The amethyst I found thrilled both my adult self and inner child.  I will go back to try and find more precious and semi-precious stones.  The next time it will be more the adult self who needs to find stones to sell.  But the inner child will still love digging in the dirt. 

In these serious times, I need my inner child to keep me from wanting to kill myself.  I have more bills than I care to think about and I have a lot of responsibilities.  But my inner child keeps me sane and full of hope that the future will be much better than today.  I hope my inner child never grows up.       

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