I have an inner child. She is a happy, giggly, squiggly, wiggly little child. Being a child, this inner me is also petulant, manipulative, occasionally hurtful, sometimes thoughtless, selfish, and inconsistent. My inner child loves to jump up and down and clap her hands. She has long curly hair that bounces all around her when she jumps. She loves fluffy, bouncy dresses that open like an umbrella when she twirls, and she loves to twirl.