Dear Peter Pan,
I’ve known you since I was just a little kid. I dont even
remember who bought me the full illustrated book about you. Is it my mom, or my
dad, or one of my aunt. I just remember I’m so so so happy about the book. The
story and the illustration. I remember you become my hero since then, my
favorite fairy tale ever. I want to live in your world, Neverland. I tell
everyone that I want to be a kid forever. I dont want to grow up. I want to
live in a world that has you in it. But when I grew older, I realize that you’re
just a fairy tale. You dont exist like I always believe when I was a kid. And I
kinda start to forget you, enjoying my grown-up moments. I dont even feel sad
when my Mom asked me to donate my children books.
And I know it was too late to regret about it now.
I’m 26 now, and just discovered that being an adult is not
as fun as being a kid. Far from that. And I dont feel I like it. You have to
choose between this and that, and it’s not as simple as chocolate or strawberry
ice cream that you can choose both. Things get more hard day by day. Everyone wants
me to think about everything that I dont want to think. I dont like it.
It makes me want to back to the day when all I can do is
laughing and always feel happy about little things. Maybe I will cry someday,
just because my mom wont let me have an ice cream. I want to back to the day
when I was just a little kid. The day when I’m so into you. I will happily let
you come to my window and take me to Neverland.
Love,
a 26 year old girl who feel the adult life is scary
P.S. dont take it too serious, I’m just missing my childhood and want to talk to my hero when I was kid :D
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