In the pit of every person, there is a child.
Each child is different.
Some beg to be loved, some beg to alone, some so timid they know not of speaking, let alone the art of begging.
It is undeniable however, that we each have one that lives in us forever.
A child that we groom, prime or contort depending on our conviction, so that we become unrecognizable as we grow into adulthood.