I’m not sure that I’m qualified to say what I was like as a child. I think I was a pretty awesome little kid. Maybe I was a tiny bit stubborn and potentially had anger issues but I know for a fact that I was hilarious and entertaining. My view of me as a child is probably slightly skewed as I just remember the nice, crazy fun parts. Endless summers, strawberries, sticky buns, mess and laughter. I don’t ever remember thinking, “What am I like?” “What is this life?” “Why am I mixing talcum powder and cucumber in this pestle … Continue reading The inner child