Give to me a life of laughter Smiles, silly faces and random noises all submerged into an existence where *adults look foolish* Lend to me days and seconds and weeks and minutes where the foolish look (as) adults traipsing through the playground of growing up in a world governed by Pan and designed by Tink. I am suffocating beneath the corruption of adult expectation, too quirky to grow old gracefully and to delicate to survive Neverland and the endless swings and roundabouts. My toes tingle when forced into heels, my hips twitch, my fingers rat a tat tat my eyes crawl across the landscape looking for adventure, but alas all I ever find is greyscale billboards declaring, “Do not play on the equipment of life, else stuffy adults look foolish” and I sigh, imagine myself a cherry pie, lay back and dream of clouds floating by.
For those that do not know, J.M.Barrie gave the rights of PeterPan to Great Ormand Street Hospital (GOSH), many many many years ago. There is a statue of Peter at the front entrance, guarding the children. ♥