Peter Pan is about a boy who didn’t want to grow up. This always seems stupid to me. I can’t wait to grow up! Then I can go to Africa and India and France. I can track wild animals and learn about them. I can study different people and cultures. And try different things to eat- like croissants or fried bugs (!!!!) In different parts of the world you can find different parts of yourself- like a scavenger hunt of our own soul. Last night I dreamed about a wild cat and a huge wild horse. And huge waves that were deafening. But taking me somewhere.