There's something extraordinarily satisfying about the ability to color in the lines of a coloring book. As a young child, I could never finish coloring an image during arts and crafts. At some moments other kids kept on snatching the colors I wanted before I got to them or my hand would not steadily color within the lines. However, the recent popularity in coloring books for adults was not lost on me and I immediately joined the bandwagon.
As a child, I would despise naps to my full being of three feet two. My kindergarten teacher would always harangue me when she caught me whispering to the kid laying next to my nap mat. It got to the point where during nap time, I would be isolated from the others so everyone would not be crabby later during the day. Nowadays I'm always up for the opportunity for a nap. In the middle of the day, all I want to do is take a nap and curl up in my bed.
My earliest memories as a child consists of me defending my stuff animal named Bunny. Everyone would try to take him away so he could be washed or so he would not get dirty. We were an inseparable pair back then. Miraculously I have kept him in a decent condition and so there was no debate on whether or not he would come to college with me. To this day, my childhood stuffed animal named Bunny is still with me.
Growing up as a child, I loved watching Disney movies. I believe no one is too old to believe in the magic of perseverance and determination to make dreams happen. I'm already anticipating the release this summer for the Incredibles 2 movie. However, there are moments when I actually act my age and would like to enjoy the different messages and media of R rated movies. Unfortunately my inner child and physical body of four feet eleven does not concur with the reality of my age because i always get carded at the theaters.
I am not afraid to channel my inner child at times because I admire their positive outlook on life and ecstatic energy over the smallest of things. There is something just mesmerizing about my childhood that brings feelings of warmth and happiness bubbling to my mind. On certain occasions, I could use a nice bowl of chicken noodle soup. The enticement of blowing bubbles are never a lost opportunity with me and you can sure bet your bottom dollar that I still color outside the lines of my coloring books.
In which case, I encourage everyone to tap into their inner child once and a while. They are still in you, waiting to be played with. They want to dream of the impossible, explore the unknown. and live life one moment at a time. So stop waiting and unleash your inner child.
