Oh well, at least, I know not to have to worry. 5 years old. Hehe. I really wasn't kidding. (Look below!) They just need to make those horse-y things I'm riding a tad bigger to fit me[seat too small. Ass hurts!] & I'm gold. Hehe.
& if anyone still needs further proof of my "true" mental age, in a major shopping mall, I can usually be found in my favourite shop of all, Toy'R'Us, fighting battles with the movie toys of the day. A while back, it was Wolverine's claws. Now, it's Transformers. Heehee.
Cheers,
MidNight The Magnificent
You made me laugh out loud seeing this right here!
ReplyDeleteHolyshit. The way you portray your inner child is like an amusement park, much more playful. More like external surface child actually. I must say I like it.
I'm so serious with my inner child. I should lighten up.
Hell yeah. You know how some religions preach "My body is a temple.(or something like that. I never paid attention anyway.)"?
ReplyDeleteIn the Realm of Delusion, "My Body Is An Amusement Park. Mawhahahahahahaha!"