An inner child...a true inner child...sees innocence in everything.

Our haunting overtones of bondage that follow us forever in adulthood, of death and taxes and finding the right picket fence laden dream life are not the burdens of childhood.

My inner child sees vistas of flowers and dark woods as I'm stuck in traffic, and says "wow".

My inner child sees the wreckage of condemned buildings and says "playground".

I watch Hook, and wonder when I personally strangled my inner child.

And then I reopen the book in my bag, and I cheer, and he peeks out again...for a bit.