I spent last night re-aquainting myself with Peter Pan. It's been a long time since I've read or seen it and it was a frankly wonderful regression back to my childhood. When I was little, there was no other story that captured my heart in quite the same way. At fancy dress parties I used to dress up as Peter in the costume that my Mum had made for me. She sewed on scraps of fabric for leaves and made a hat out of green felt.
The thing that captured me again was how complex and beautiful Neverland was (and is - it's still there as far as I'm concerned). This is a world that combined all the best elements of childhood; it's fun but also dangerous and beautiful. There's something about the story in general that captures how childhood should be. It's child-friendly without being garish like a lot of things aimed at children today.
There are few stories that provoke such a sense of nostalgia for me. Maybe the idea of not growing up is rather attractive at the moment. Returning to the world of adulthood seems even less attractive than ever after Neverland.
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