Wendy Darling
It's been a year since I told my parents that I was ready to grow up. After that they moved me out of the nursury, and into my own room. I was lonely at first but then I got used to it.
Now looking back on that day, I wd0ish I had said nothing because my parents might not have moved me out and I would still be in the nursury with my brothers, John and Michael. Nana, the dog, would still be taking care of me.
In my new room instead of toys and story books, I have a make-up and books on Latin and history. Everything I once had was stopped from me and given items in which I found barbaric to a girl my age.
Everything had changed in such a short time and I didn't like it. But there was one thing that I kept from my childhood, the book which held stories of Peter Pan. Yet there is still one story of Peter Pan that no one knew or remembered except for me. The story of the first girl to Neverland.