Originally Posted Thursday, February 21, 2013
I have the Peter Pan disease, I know. I don't care. I want to live in Never Land and not grow old and ramble about with the Lost Boys. I want to be bathed in Tinker Bell's fairy dust. I am mischievous and boastful and, like Peter, become very depressed at the idea of Wendy's growing up and "shutting the window" so to speak.
But that is what happens, and when it does. . . it is time to move on to the next adventure.
Goodbye Wendy. Goodbye Tink.
Uh-oh. Gotta run. I hear the tick-tock of the clock in that old Crocodile's belly.
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