There could never have been a lovelier sight but there were none to see it. Except a strange boy looking in from the window. Peter Pan had countless joys that other children could never know, but he was looking at the one joy from he must be forever barred.
I was never to see Peter Pan again. Now I tell his story to my children and they will tell it to their children, and so it will go on. For all children grow up… except one.