I hope you understand, Reader, that when I first took
that Peter Pan's hand, I most certainly did not expect the magic to
occur. I somehow was lost in the mind of a naive, smitten young girl
and found myself once again upon entering the Neverland. However, by
then it was much too late for the wise Wendy to stop her foolish self
from getting into trouble!
Mother had asked me about Peter, you know. But of
course, I, being the child that I was, thought nothing of the matter.
I was quite oblivious to the danger that I had put myself into in
following the boy.
That's the trouble with feelings, Reader. One often makes the most childish of mistakes in a moment's weakness to her feelings.
Perhaps it were better if humans had no feelings at
all. No man would ever argue, nor woman ever cry. Unreasonable
actions would have no original influence. The world would be quite a
peaceful place. But you see, Reader, the world would also be quite a
miserable place, although no person would ever have a way of knowing
it. If one does not experience sadness, how ever is she to appreciate
happiness? I believe this is why we must experience feelings,
dreadful as they are on occasion.
This is why Peter Pan seemed so wonderful, I suppose. I
was guided to the open window solely by my feelings of faith and
trust. His eyes extruded an innocence that I had never before seen,
and yet within these same eyes was just the right amount of bravery, confidence,
and courage. But there was a deep, hidden sadness also within them
that I was determined to change. His encouraging whispers were
impossible to ignore, and his bright smile was positively
irresistible. My young heart eagerly accepted the boy's requests, and
my feelings for him grew only fonder.
This was only the beginning of my journey, Reader.
Sincerely Yours,
Wendy Moira Angela Darling
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