ElizabethBouchard
Most of us grew up with fairy tales and bed-time stories. And almost all of us believed in them with all our hearts. When we sleep, we always wait for Peter Pan or a fairy to come in at night and leave hints that they're real. When Christmas time draws near, we start to be good children so that Santa can come to our homes and leave us a ton of presents. But somehow, the magic within us starts to fade. Maybe because of life, the harsh reality. School, college, work and everything that has something to do with being an adult. Or in simple terms, "growing up."
I used to think growing up is a drag, a lot of responsibilities and commitments, but I realized that growing up can be fun too. If we have the eye to see things differently.
This story is more likely to surprise the readers, well, most of the readers. Because this is his last story, his last journey and last flight to take kids to the magical land we all come to love and adore.
Here lies the last account known to mankind, about Peter Pan.