Neverland
Less than a day left before I get to see the sun.
I just watched Finding Neverland. It made me remember how Peter Pan was my favorite movie. You know the one that was a play, and Peter Pan was played by a woman, but it was recorded? Anyway, I remember watching it over and over, and I so wanted to travel away to Neverland. I always hated it, though, that it was always boys that could go. Wendy got to go, but she was all grown up and had to be a mother--ugh! I wanted to be Peter Pan, but there is that mischieviousness that is expected in boys, and people love to hear stories about. Not so much with girls. But still, that idea of flying away, seeing new things, and new people, and being just how you wanted to be and not how people expected you to be. I suppose I do that still... I am trapped in a pirates cave at the moment! Hidden away from the sea, forsaken to stay in darkness for 48 hours, and in that time, if I survive the plight, I will be granted wings to fly to the highest cloud in the sky which is so big, it holds a whole land of adventure!
Now that I think about it, that is what I did with the children's theatre camp. Let their imaginations go wild in creating their perfect world. One world had lollipop trees and the bed was made of marshmallows and floated high in the sky. She would fly to it when she wanted to go to bed, and when she ate the marshmallows from it, they grew back. Another girl lived in a land with a red sky and it had hundreds of ligers (half lion and half tiger--her favorite animal) roaming about. She had dragon wings and would fly about her universe. One boy was a creature that had no arms or legs, but created everything with his eyes. While he was telling us about his land, he drifted away to it (I mean literally, he stopped in mid sentance and got this distant look in his eyes) and didn't come back for three mintutes. One girl was a dog with monarch butterfly wings. She would fly about her land that had many trees and rolling hills. She and the boy who made his world with his eyes become good friends. During their lunch breaks, they would visit eachother's worlds. Children's imaginations are incredible. And no matter how cliche it sounds, it is true--when they believe, it is real. And if this part of their life, whether we can see it or not, effects who they are, then by all means is it real! I almost hated that Peter Pan was written as a child, because I felt like it was stolen from me. And I always promised myself that I wouldn't completely grow up. But I knew that if I ever said it, it would always be Peter Pan who took the credit for that idea, for the "Neverland." Now I realize, these kids are way ahead of him.
I just watched Finding Neverland. It made me remember how Peter Pan was my favorite movie. You know the one that was a play, and Peter Pan was played by a woman, but it was recorded? Anyway, I remember watching it over and over, and I so wanted to travel away to Neverland. I always hated it, though, that it was always boys that could go. Wendy got to go, but she was all grown up and had to be a mother--ugh! I wanted to be Peter Pan, but there is that mischieviousness that is expected in boys, and people love to hear stories about. Not so much with girls. But still, that idea of flying away, seeing new things, and new people, and being just how you wanted to be and not how people expected you to be. I suppose I do that still... I am trapped in a pirates cave at the moment! Hidden away from the sea, forsaken to stay in darkness for 48 hours, and in that time, if I survive the plight, I will be granted wings to fly to the highest cloud in the sky which is so big, it holds a whole land of adventure!
Now that I think about it, that is what I did with the children's theatre camp. Let their imaginations go wild in creating their perfect world. One world had lollipop trees and the bed was made of marshmallows and floated high in the sky. She would fly to it when she wanted to go to bed, and when she ate the marshmallows from it, they grew back. Another girl lived in a land with a red sky and it had hundreds of ligers (half lion and half tiger--her favorite animal) roaming about. She had dragon wings and would fly about her universe. One boy was a creature that had no arms or legs, but created everything with his eyes. While he was telling us about his land, he drifted away to it (I mean literally, he stopped in mid sentance and got this distant look in his eyes) and didn't come back for three mintutes. One girl was a dog with monarch butterfly wings. She would fly about her land that had many trees and rolling hills. She and the boy who made his world with his eyes become good friends. During their lunch breaks, they would visit eachother's worlds. Children's imaginations are incredible. And no matter how cliche it sounds, it is true--when they believe, it is real. And if this part of their life, whether we can see it or not, effects who they are, then by all means is it real! I almost hated that Peter Pan was written as a child, because I felt like it was stolen from me. And I always promised myself that I wouldn't completely grow up. But I knew that if I ever said it, it would always be Peter Pan who took the credit for that idea, for the "Neverland." Now I realize, these kids are way ahead of him.