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thistlechaser
My inner child is six years old!
Look what I can do! I can walk, I can run, I can
read! I like to do stuff, and there's a whole
big world out there to do it in. Just so long
as I can take my blankie and my Mommy and my
three best friends with me, of course.
How Old is Your Inner Child?
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This quiz is highly cute, and oh boy I wish I were 6 years old. That's before school (I believe?), and I could just stay home and play by myself. I don't remember those years (or much before college, but that's another story), but my mother always tells me about how I could entertain myself for hours with the simplest toys. I'd make up stories for all of them, and I was RPing before I even knew what role-play was!
My mother said that all through my childhood, I was happiest when either alone or with our pets (and naked, but again, that's another story). Funny how I've gotten back to that now. Part of me wants to ask if that's a good thing or a bad thing, but I don't think it's either. It's a *me* thing. I live fine and dandy on my own -- heck, more than that, I live happier and more comfortably and less stressed on my own than if I had housemates or some other sort of shared space.
So, as when I was six, all I need are my pets and my stories and RP, and I'm pretty darned happy.
