“All children, except one, grow up.”
-J.M. Barrie
Saturday, December 15, 2003
10:15 pm
A small girl who goes by the name of Valerie sits on her bed as the cold night air sweeps in through her open window. She pulls the covers closer under her chin, clutching the fabric of her light blue pillow. She’s staring straight into the sky, the stars seem brighter to her tonight and she waits. Shivering from the cold, listening to the low, soft crinkling of the leaves that live on the willow, she waits. The minutes tick by, one by one they fly. Her little eyelids start to droop, but she doesn’t dare go to sleep, oh no, she needs to wait or she might miss her chance! A little creak of her door and a tiny figure walks in. Three-year-old Mae is afraid, she can’t sleep alone, there are monsters under her bed. Valerie makes room for her little sister and they both stare at the pearly white lights that twinkle and dance under the dark of the night.
“Do you see that star on the right, Mae?,” Valerie whispers, “That’s Neverland,” hushed so mother won’t hear, hushed so father won’t make her close that window. But Mae doesn’t know what a Neverland is. “Only the best place in the world,” says Valerie. And she’s off, flying with words that tell the story of a boy who never grows old, who flies through the skies across time and space to go on adventures with fairies and mermaids and other lost boys. Before they know it, Valerie and Mae are being swept up in dreams of Neverland. They want to see the bright golden rays of pixie dust; they want to think happy thoughts and fly with Peter and The Lost Boys, to sail through cobalt waters and frosted clouds, indulging forever in their youth. And they could fight off the bad guys! Send those rotten pirates back to where they came from and save Neverland!
“Do you believe it, Mae? Do you believe?” Valerie asks her sister excitedly. Mae jumps up and down on the bed saying yes, yes of course she does. And then she stops, Valerie and her stare at the foot of the bed, eyebrows furrowed, for curiously enough, there right on the sheets is the shadow of a boy standing straight with his hands on his hips.