In a quaint little house, an elderly woman sat in her rocking chair, surrounded by her grandchildren.
"Are you coming, darling?" She called over her shoulder.
"I'm here. Go ahead and start," The man leaned down from behind her chair and kisses te top of her head gently.
"Grandma, what's the story about?" One of the smaller children piped in, perhaps 12 years or so.
"It's about pirates!" An older boy said.
"Mermaids!" Another girl shouted.
"Indians."
"Fairies!"
"FLYING!"
The grandmother laughed. "Yes, it is of all of those, but it is also about good versus evil, imagination, and love," She smiled up at her husband.
"Shall we begin?"
A number of murmured assent could be heard.
"All right then. Once upon a time, there was a boy who never wanted to grow up named Peter Pan."