It’s the 100th anniversary of the publication of Peter Pan, or something like it, and I spent an hour this morning listening to panelists on NPR sing its praises.
I would like to take a moment now to say that I hated Peter Pan as a child.
Still am not a big fan, honestly. I have mellowed and can appreciate it as a piece of literature of the era,
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I NEVER wanted to grow up. I accepted that I would grow older. But I was pretty sure that I could avoid growing up (though I'd probably have to file taxes and work in the summer, unless I became a teacher) as long as I stayed in the right mindset. I'm not sure that it worked -- but I still don't feel like a grownup.
While I didn't hate Peter Pan, I didn't especially like it, either. It was just one of those books that someone read to me, not one of the Important Parts Of My Childhood. Looking back on it now, I think that it had the Snow White Problem, not that I could've articulated it at the time:
If I was going to run away to fairyland, NO WAY was I going to do all the cooking and cleaning while a bunch of boys got to run around and do everything cool.
Also, the shadow part? Freaked me out more than a little bit. Not the losing it, the sewing it back on again. Clearly she wasn't sewing the shadow onto his clothing, because you take clothing off sometimes; she was sewing it into his skin. OW. Couldn't she have glued it on? Or just tied it around his waist, or an ankle or something?
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