|So one minute you’re a baby, dribbling and pooping your pants. And the next you can walk, you can talk and you’re yelling at your Mom.|
Did you ever stop to think what happened to that cute little bundle of babey wabeyness that used to be you? Why you went on to throw aside your chewy toys and your postperson pamela books? And why you sometimes, just sometimes can hear that little voice in your head telling you to throw custard at the neighbours or jump on the bed and pretend to be the Silver Lining?
Well let me tell you this. In your rush to get older and be independent you left your Inner Child behind. Yeah, I know it’s harsh. Believe me, I know. To be trapped inside yourself and to be ignored. It’s just not rude!
Okay, so here’s the deal, what do you think you’d be without your Inner Child? Well I’ll tell you. You’d be an old fuddy duddy fogey with your knitting needles and your blankie over your knees. You’d be hobbling down to the Bingo Hall every afternoon (after your nap) to catch up with all your other fogey friends.
Violet’s Inner Child is intact, why else would she dress like this?!
Your Inner Child is the one that reminds you to have fun! Reminds you to let your hair down every now and again. And reminds you to enjoy life to the max.
So here’s to all those Inner Children out there, ignored and unloved.I say listen to your Inner Child! Embrace your Inner Child! Have an ice cream for your Inner Child!
We will we will not be moved, we will we will not be moved…