“Let your inner child go,” you say. But isn’t that precisely what I argued? However, just to play devil’s advocate: What if my inner child misbehaves? What if my inner child is a bastard stepchild of bad judgment and causes me to repeat bad decisions time and again? What if, perhaps, I never had an inner child to begin with? What if my inner child prefers Terry Gilliam’s overactive imagination to James Cameron’s nearly absent one?

Just because we each have an imagination doesn’t mean it is always put to good use by virtue of simply unleashing it. Even a child has standards… Don’t think so? Compare how many kids pestered their parents for Yoda toys in the 1980′s versus how many Jar-Jar figures were left on the shelves. Was it because kids lacked imagination, or because George Lucas didn’t know how to control his?