Being a sober person, it is hard for me to give in to imagination, releasing what we might call "the inner-child." I am not sure I even have one. I subjected myself, giving total control of this assignment to my friend, who, wholly unlike me, lets his imagination run rampant. Some of the facts in this story are based on reality, like my love of chocolate and an Indian lake with known healing powers. The surreal in the story seems so unlike me and yet it was formulated by someone who knows me well based on his perception of me. I suppose then that it has some notable truth to it as well. This children's story is therefore an exposition of myself based on the imagination of another. I don't necessarily understand everything in the story, but maybe that is because I need to learn a few more things about myself; maybe I have some inner child after all. . . .