My inner child


This month indulge your inner child. Be goofy, be fun, be whiny. Rhyme, share or compose a favourite bedtime story, tongue twister, song. Tell tales of pets, old toys and forgotten delights. Just be playful and have fun.

(You can use art, any form of writing or media.
Pingback to this post and drop a link in the comments so I can visit, and feature you in next month’s symphony.)


Growing up robs us

Of our limitless imagination

Of our ability to believe in magic

Growing up makes us loose our naïveté

And makes us level-headed rational people

But once in a while it feels wonderful

To bring back that child

Who believed in fairytales and magic

Who wanted to become tiny like Alice

And explore under the mushrooms

To dive deep into rabbit holes

Or ride on butterfly wings

Yes, just once in a while

One would like to bring back

That naïve childhood

And celebrate

It’s beautiful magic


Written for; Saturday Symphony # 29- Inner child, hosted by Jude



64 thoughts on “My inner child

  1. The inner child is just waiting to jump out and have fun. Too often, we tamp that spirit down. Sometimes we have to let go and celebrate. Life is too short to be a grown-up all the time.

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