As far back as I can remember, I have been blessed (or should I say cursed)with an inexplicable ability to kill even the hardiest of plants (I can’t even take care of a cactus). However, to my surprise, a rose bush, purchased on a whim, actually blosomed under my care. Maybe this means the curse has eneded. Although I don’t expect to be cultivating my own ‘Eden’ anytime soon, it’s a wonderfull feeling to have had a hand in bringing forth something beautiful (small as it may be)
I consider myself to be a living example of an adult whose inner child is pretty much in charge. There's nothing wrong with playing games, having fun, watching cartoons, and in general acting like a kid as long as I have a pulse. I think we'd all be a lot happier that way, plus It relieves stress, and makes adulthood easier to appreciate.