Froggy, from Our Gang.
Both.
Dexter from dexter’s lab.
so much so that it was one of my nicknames at Uni :rolleyes:
Encyclopedia and Charlie Brown, with a mixing of Holden Caulfield as I realized that most people don’t care.
Oh, and Calvin for his messes and his dreams.
I think I have an inner ape. That would explain my sporadic urges to hurl poo at people.
Ralph Wiggim. I’m barely into reality.
“Rhoda, where did you get that medal?!”
You’re gonna feel right at home here, Already in Use. 
Linus.
“You wouldn’t hit a shepherd, would you?”
Curious George. I can’t tell you how many scrapes I got into as child that started with “I wonder what would happen if I…”
Scout Finch, or Ruthie from the comic strip “One Big Happy.” Both are mature, intelligent, questioning & ethical.
Unfortunately, my inner adult is Bozo the Clown.
Wakko Warner. Sometimes, Yakko Warner. But never Dot. Can’t remember the whole Princess Banana-Fana…whatever thing.
Definitely Linus Van Pelt.
<wanders away, clutching security blanket>
After some serious soul-searching, I have come to the unhappy conclusion that my inner child is…
Carrot Top :eek:
As someone totally out of touch with popular culture, I have zero clue what this means.
I don’t have an inner child. I have an inner adult who’s really annoyed at being stuck in such an inconveniently sized body, and would like the car keys now, I don’t care if I can’t see to the back of the car.
My inner child is Veruca Salt from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. Spoiled and used to her Daddy getting her everything she wants…NOW!! ( that might be redundant and repeating myself, but I dont care :p)
My inner child is Veruca Salt from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. Spoiled and used to her Daddy getting her everything she wants…NOW!! ( that might be redundant and repeating myself, but I dont care 
I win!)
Boyo, I think it’s from The Simpsons.
Daria. I have an inner teenager.