What's yours?

Watching The Golden Compass with my ten year old nephew, I got into being a child again and decided I really needed my own daemon. Perhaps I was suffering from a Peter Pan complex but when you are around children, their enthusiasm seems to rub off on you.

Or it does me. Like the time I was in the park with both my nephews, I started doing cartwheels along with them, accompanied by a few stares from other people around.
Does it really matter? Once we grow up, doesn't our inner child stay with us forever, just needing something to bring it out once in a while?

So I think I would like a small dragon, about the size of a cocker spaniel. But if it's form represents a characteristic of my soul, lately it would be no more than a theatre going bookworm with a taste for gin and tonic.