What's YOUR inner child's age?

For a long time I thought of myself as 10 years old. The perfect age. Life was so simple, fun, free and replete with infinite possibility. I had not yet begun the complex, confusing course of puberty. I was still a child but one with so much I loved to do. Play was my profession. I look back on that time as my golden age. As I am now nearing a new stage of life (30's) I feel like my inner child has grown older. She is not as carefree. She cannot possibly return to the idyllic age of 10. Now she is 14. I remember that age as well. I was experimental, a risk-taker and pushing the boundaries of my self-concept. My inner child is maturing to 14 now. My husband and I are a bit like father and daughter sometimes. I want to redefine myself and try new things. He wants to keep me safe. I feel like he never lets me do what I want and he feels like I'm going to run amok. Is this normal? What has come over me? Tell me how old you feel inside. Do you ever catch a glimpse of your reflection and think to yourself, 'that's me! I'm me!'? A sudden self awareness.
I used to play bloody Mary with friends after school in 1st grade in Pakistan. We'd go into the school bathroom to do it. Sometimes I would think about doing it at home by myself in my own bathroom but ultimately I was too afraid something would really happen. I did a little 'research' online about the origins of bloody Mary. It seems to me that one of the most frightening things would be to look in the mirror and see something other than your face. Let me know how old you see yourself and if you ever played bloody Mary or something like that.
~Angie