My daughter is three and she has a million imaginary friends. Every TV show she watches, every movie she sees, every book she reads, about 30 seconds later, she has a new friend.
In fact as I'm writing this, I can hear her talking to her friends now.
But recently, after watching Peter Pan, she looked at me and said, "I want to play with Peter Pan for real."
Don't we all.
Well, we do as a kid. Neverland is literally a magically place, fairies, pirates, mermaids all sorts of cool things. You can fly, you're life is never really in danger, just child-like peril where you never think of the consequences of your adventures.
Yep, as I kid I ached for my imaginary friends to be real. She-ra, Thundercat, Voltron, why couldn't I be that cool. They seemed so real to me, why did I have to go school with kids who didn't have magical powers?
Then came the feel that I was special too. I had to be. That's what EVERY cartoon told me. That's what my mom told me.
Growing up I looked at my 5th place ribbons and thought, well someone has to come in 5th place.
In my adult years more harsh reality hit and I thought, "just because you work hard at something doesn't mean you're good at it."
Wow... Peter Pan was right, growing up sucks. It's so negative.
Screw this, I'm off to help my daughter fight Captain Hook, that guy keeps stealing my puffy hats and leather boots.
(Ok fine--- I dress more like Smee)
But Smee is WAY more comfortable.
BTW-- Does anyone know why all the old Disney movies were set in England in the 1900-1930's?