It annoys me when people get peter pan tattoos and they do it because its fashionable. Its more than fashion to people who have grown up believing in the boy who could fly. It really annoys me because he means so much!
I wasn’t into Peter Pan that much when I was younger. I only really fell in love with him when I was around 13, and now I’m 16 and completely obsessed. But I think that’s when we need him the most. We start to understand that maybe growing up isn’t as fun as we thought it would be. The teenage years are when we start to wish we could stay young forever. We want to fly to Neverland, escape all our responsibilities, and never grow up. When we’re little Neverland just sounds like a fun place to be, but now it sounds like the perfect escape, and I would give anything to go there.
I have been dating a guy for about 6 months now, I told him about a month ago about my ongoing obsession with Peter Pan that began when I was a little girl. Halloween night, he showed up at my house at about 9 o’clock dressed in a Peter Pan costume that he put together himself, tights and all. Apparently the night that I told him about it, he planned this idea and told my family, his family, and basically half of the school, and they all kept it a surprise. It was one of the greatest moments of my entire life.
About a week ago, my English teacher was mad about students not studying for tests and misbehaving in class. She yelled “GROW UP, OKAY?!” and had went to every student in the class, making them say “I will.” I was fighting back tears because I was imagining what Peter Pan would say. Vowing to never grow up is the one thing I stand for,and she basically took it away.
All my life I’ve wanted a boy like Peter Pan to come into my life, because I feel so much like Wendy Darling. I’m a storyteller. Better at shaping the lives of others than taking charge in my own. And I’ve had to grow up despite longing to stay young. Now, I’m 21 and still wishing I could find my Lost Boy, a guy who can make me feel like a kid again and capture my heart as Peter did all those years ago.
Even though I’m in college, I still stare out the window and look for the second star to the right. I hope Peter doesn’t think I’ve grown up because I haven’t and I hope there’s still room in Neverland for a lost girl.
When I was younger I look up at the moon and saw the pirate ship sailing across the sky. When it was out of sight I looked over towards where Neverland would be. I saw a golden twinkle and heard a boys laughter. I’ve believed in Peter Pan ever since.
Peter Pan has been my hero for a very long time. I just simply adore Peter. And for years apon years I have waited for Peter to swoop down and take me away to Neverland. But over the past year or so I have never wished so much for something. I bet I’ve wished on every star in the night sky just to be able to go to the second star to the right and straight on till morning.
There’s never a night when my window is closed, every night I leave my window and curtains open. Sometimes I sit on my window sill and stare into the night sky where two stars light up the dark sky and think of Peter.