My Neverland

Your Peter Pan has red hair, brown eyes, and ivory skin. He carries a knife and fights pirates. He is carefree, with no worries in the world. He refuses to grow up, at age twelve, and will live as a boy who wants to have fun for forever and eternity.

My Peter Pan has brown hair, chocolate eyes, and Hispanic tan skin. He carries a trumpet and fights self esteem at age sixteen. He can't wait to get his driver's license and finish high school.

Your Wendy Darling has light brown hair, blue eyes, and clear skin. She carries an acorn kiss around her neck, and fights adulthood, but eventually learns the sad truth, at age thirteen. We all must grow up, somehow, someday. We cannot stay in the nursery forever.

I, my own Wendy Darling, have red-brown hair, green eyes, and freckled, sun-tanned skin. I carry my childhood innocence on a necklace from my parents, and cannot wait to take my place in the world, fearful though I am, at age sixteen.