lost girl.

Out of all of the stories I was told when I was a kid, I think I disagreed with Peter Pan the most. I never understood why someone would want to stay a kid forever. I mean yeah, if I could fly, live on an island with my friends, and have magical pixie dust, I would consider it. But I didn’t have that stuff, so I couldn’t wait to get older. To me, Peter Pan and the lost boys just seemed extremely misguided. But now? Now I think I’m the misguided one. I’ve been thinking a lot lately. It’s got me feeling like I’m on shaky ground. Continue reading