Where does the inner child in us all go? I was thinking about this recently while looking through my desk drawer at work, trying to retrieve an article I had previously written and instead happening upon the Play-Doh I keep there “for the kids.”

As I looked at my desk, I realized my “inner child” has never left. Telltale signs of it are everywhere. The Gary toy from SpongeBob Squarepants; the SpongeBob Squarepants rubiks cube; and the list goes on. My inner child has always been there, and, indeed, always will be there. It’s hereditary. It was this way with my grandpa, Papa George, and I’m sure it was that way with his grandfather before him, and so on down the line. At every gift-bearing holiday, it was an unspoken rule that we had to buy Papa George a toy. And, we always did.

Likewise, when I was in my thirties, Santa Claus finally brought me the LiteBrite I never received as a child. I wasn’t a particularly deprived child, per se. I mean, we didn’t have a lot of money, but we always got plenty at Christmas. However, for some reason, I never got the LiteBrite, and I was always green with envy at the kids down the street who proudly possessed one. So, good old Saint Nick finally came through, though it took him three decades. Still, better late than never.

Most of my friends still have their inner child, as well. Almost everyone I know still likes to color, play games, laugh and be silly.

There are those who believe one should always “act their age.”

Agreeably, there is a time and a place for acting mature, but how completely boring would life be if we all just walked around always being serious and never having a giggle? I know people like that, and they aren’t the sort of people I want to hang around for long. And, indeed, they probably don’t want to hang around me for long.

I say, life is too short to be serious all the time. Be goofy; be weird; be immature; and be completely off the wall now and then. I think you’ll live longer.

As the wise Dr. Seuss once said, “Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind.”

I think I’ll be me, inner child and all.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go toy-shopping...for the kids of course.