December 12, 200322 yr My inner child is not a child at all. I have a inner geriatic old man, intolerant and tired. My inner-geriatric committed and act of infanticide about three years ago, shortly after I broke up with a girlfriend to whom I'd gotten very close. I went through a hard time after that one because of that inner child, and form that rose the inner old man. Tired of tending to the child's constant need for reassurance, the old man killed the child dead, leaving me to deal with this requests for prunes and reruns of The Andy Griffith Show. But I'm rambling.
December 12, 200322 yr My inner child is sixteen years old! Life's not fair! It's never been fair, but while adults might just accept that, I know something's gotta change. And it's gonna change, just as soon as I become an adult and get some power of my own. :rolleyes: :cool:
December 12, 200322 yr here is what I got... My inner child is ten years old! The adult world is pretty irrelevant to me. Whether I'm off on my bicycle (or pony) exploring, lost in a good book, or giggling with my best friend, I live in a world apart, one full of adventure and wonder and other stuff adults don't understand. ^^^^^^^^ that does reminds me of when I was a child...:blush: ohhhh I AM STILL A KID! :blush:
December 12, 200322 yr Life's not fair! It's never been fair, but while adults might just accept that, I know something's gotta change. And it's gonna change, just as soon as I become an adult and get some power of my own. 16 - 16 It's all good! :lol:
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