Haven't you ever felt at some point in your life that you can fly? When your walking down the street and you feel as if ever footstep you take is getting lighter and all you have to do is jump up into the heavens and fly? Lately this feeling has not left me. If I look down, I don't see a floor, I see the ground, the ground from several thousand feet in the air. Perhaps that I have an imagination that chooses for me not to grow up. It is strange how this one feeling of flight can lead to so many ideas, ideas of going to a far off place, ideas of somewhere there is this alternate universe waiting to be found, ideas that faires are real. If you are all wondering where all this is coming from, Peter Pan is the answer. A story about a boy who never wants to grow up is so fascinating that I would like to be in his shoes and see what it is like. His world is only in my dreams never in "real life", but then again how can we be so sure?