The Boy Who Wouldn't Grow Up.

For any of you who are unfamiliar with the story of Peter Pan, it goes a little something like this:

In a little town of London, a little girl, Wendy, tells her two baby brothers, John and Michael, a story about Peter Pan, a boy who wouldn't grow up.  He fights pirates, flies, leads rebellions, befriends pixies and mermaids, and is the leader of The Lost Boys.  Fed up with her stories, their father angrily declares that it is time for Wendy to grow up.  She is no longer able to share a room in the nursery.  That night, Peter Pan himself appears in their room and with a little "Faith, Trust, and Pixie Dust", he whisks them off to Neverland.  

Neverland is a place where you never grow up, you believe in pixies and mermaids and crocodiles and pirates and staying a kid forever.

That's where I belong.  I believe that I can fly with a little faith, trust, and pixie dust.  I believe in mermaids and pirates. I believe in happy ever afters. I believe in Prince Charming.  I believe in fairy tales.  I believe that all of my problems can be solved by kissing a frog. I believe in 3 wishes.  I believe that music cures  broken hearts.  I believe in children.  I believe in dreams, big dreams.  I believe in chasing the stars.  I believe in white horses.  I believe in dragons.  I believe in knights in shining armor.  I do believe in fairies, I do, I DO! 

 I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe.