When I grow up... I have always thought of growing up, to be a winner of a race or at least a runner up, or how awesome it would be to rule the world, achieving the vision for my future dream world. Professions in this world are too many to count, Heaven knows which one to take into account, Careers like Doctors, teachers, lawyers or a king, or rule the world with just one powerful ring. However I have to protect the Neverland, with Tinker Bell as my helping hand, who knows when Captain Hook will reappear, with head gear and a king’s spear just to make the land disappear. Now you may know who I am, my name is Peter Pan according to my creator Uncle Sam, I am a young boy who can fly but never grows, I look like one of those in olden day puppet shows. I am a cultural icon symbolizing youthful innocence, and cannot tolerate and sort of annoyance, for now I am famous in novels, movies and T.V. series, I guess next I would be in Scientists theories. I would want to be everything for the world to see, But, I think in the end I am just going to be me. That’s all I have to say for now, So I must say farewell with a bow. |
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