I used to pretend I was Wendy, and somewhere, someday Peter Pan would fly though my window. I practiced sewing so I could sew his shadow on, I had a thimble hidden in my dresser drawer, I would whisper at night 'I do believe in fairies'...
But of course, he never came. And soon I'll be 'ever so much more than twenty', and Peter will capture the imaginations of MY children...Just like Wendy. Just like Me...