Isn't THAT the truth! Guess I won't try to find my inner-child lest I tempt fate the way I did a few times when I was a young girl. LOL But seriesly, I have told my husband that for my 50th birthday I would love to have a swing. Not one of those old-folk swings, but a tree swing that will swing WAY up high. Last year he bought me bottles of "Bubbles". I blew bubbles until I was dizzy. LOL
Far too many people must be trying to get in touch with their inner child.
And from what I observe in everyday public behavior, that inner child is a two-year old that is long overdue for a nap.