Your Inner Child

My inner child is ten years old today

My inner child is ten years old!

The adult world is pretty irrelevant to me. Whether
I’m off on my bicycle (or pony) exploring, lost
in a good book, or giggling with my best
friend, I live in a world apart, one full of
adventure and wonder and other stuff adults
don’t understand.

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I don’t think too much about the whole inner child deal. Considering yourself as a child seems a bit… childish. My ex-husband thought I needed to be more childish, he wanted me to play with him with comics, toys (No, not those adult toys) and such. I just wasn’t into that. Maybe it depends on what you did when you were a kid. I had fun as a kid, a brother and two sisters. We did a lot of things kids usually do. But, I was still the oldest and the one who made sure everyone had bus fare to get home at the end of the day. That kind of stuff older sisters are supposed to do. I liked doing it all too. So, maybe I did all my kid stuff when I was a kid and now I want to do the adult stuff. Not that I’m stuffy and never have fun. I just enjoy adult fun more than kid stuff.

I Really Want a Trip

I want to go farther than Ontario. At least as far as Manitoba, the next province over in a westerly direction. I was looking up the Greyhound bus fares tonight. If you get your tickets two weeks ahead it’s $124 return. Not sure if that includes those pesky taxes though. Still, under $150, not too bad. It should be even better in off season, around my birthday. If I can hold out until after my birthday (and all that Christmas stuff that just keeps getting in the way, taking credit for the holiday) the fares will be pretty cheap.

Once upon a time when I was not 30 yet, I went out to Vancouver with a $400 pass, good for 3 months worth of travel. Those were great trips. Solo woman traveler, the best way to go!

Anyway, I really really really want a trip! Did I mention that? I wish I could drive out there. But, the car is not making happy anymore. It stopped being fun to drive afer the radiator blew a few weeks ago. Now I dread every shake, noise and grind that thing makes. I have a terrible feeling there is something wrong with the transmission now. If so, that car has seen it’s last roadkill.