At 40, I am convinced that we cosplay as adult characters to hide our inner child, mostly from ourselves. Some seem to allow the stresses of life and responsibilities to make the mask indistinguishable, but I doubt any truly make it real. Do you wear the mask of age over the eyes of your inner child? Does age hold a meaningful value to you beyond the comradery of shared experience?
I have really enjoyed adulthood so much more than childhood. Am everyone I ever was, in a way, and not jaded yet so figure thata never gonna happen, but no I don’t feel like a kid inside, and am quite happy about that.
What did y’all experience in childhood that makes you want to be a kid?