There are some things that a person will always remember. Their first kiss. Their wildest adventure. Holding your child for the first time. Leaving for college. Smiling up at your parents after winning. Special moments in life that will forever hold a place in your heart.

I could still smell the ocean and feel the cool breeze as it swept across my skin and tousled my hair. I saw my world tilting gently. I was on a boat. You would think that I would be calm, at peace. But my mind was racing and my heart pounding. And it only took mere seconds to remember why. Hook gave me smile that made me nauseous. "Sweet Wendy…" He said slowly, as if he had all the time in the world. He circled me with arms behind his back, "How…nice…of you…to join us." He laughed maliciously and I cringed. He then lifted me chin up with his Hook, "Where is your Peter now?" He asked. I was unable to respond to him, as if I was mute. He laughed again, "Just as I thought…he left you." He pushed me to the ground, and I continued to stare up at him as he began the circling again. "You don't matter to him…." He taunted. I felt the smooth metal hook around my neck and I was lifted from the ground again. "You don't belong here…Wendy." Hook concluded. I screamed for Peter just as I felt the scrape across my neck.

Sitting straight up in my bed I was covered in cold sweat. I sighed and lay my head down on my pillow. Sleep refused to come. Frustrated I slowly rolled out of bed and walked to the window. This same thing has been going on for weeks now: bad dream, no sleep, get up, and look out window. What was causing my dreams? Longing? No. Hunger? No. Stress? A possibility. I stared out into the sky above wishing I could escape from this world; slip into a place where nobody care what I did or how I did it. I closed my eyes, that would be the day, I thought. Tomorrow I was to find out who my parents invited over to, yet again, shove me into marriage, then a series of arranged dates, dinners, and eventually a wedding. How could I choose?

"Wendy..." These were the words that spilled from my lips when I awoke. I longed to see her. I have tried to keep this longing, this ache in my heart, subdued for months but tonight was different. I rolled over in my bed, wincing at the squeak it made. Time had blurred some of her features. But he could still remember how she tasted. She tasted of springtime, and newness, of hope, of rays of sunshine de-frosting the earth; she tasted of pure happiness. This is one of the few things that I can remember from the few days I spent with Wendy. I laughed at myself. A thimble…

Peter Pan. Lately I have been thinking more and more about him, maybe because I would like to escape to a place like Neverland right now. I smiled as I thought of the days spent with him. And the thimble…given away to a boy I would never see again. One would think they would spend their first kiss more wisely, but who better then Peter Pan? I laughed, as I always did when I thought of him. How much I would like to see him now. Sighing I gathered myself from the window deciding that I would try to sleep again before I was attacked by my mother in the morning to make me "presentable." I groaned inwardly, I am not ready for tomorrow.

The morning began with nudge and bright-eyed, smiling mother looming over my bed. "Wendy," She said in a sing-songy voice, "Time to get up and get ready for the day!" I rubbed my face for a second hoping that would revive me a little, no such luck. I tumbled out of bed and climbed down stairs for breakfast. I was glad I had a couple hours before all the scrubbing and pulling and plastering began. I threw on some clothes once I was back in my room and went for a walk. I kicked some stones and thought of, who else but, Peter Pan. I frowned as I tried to remember his face. As years went by so did the sharp memory. He was now just a hazy figure of an amazing adventure, which was starting to feel like merely a dream. I wandered back to the house to be greeted by an angered mother. "Where were you? We needed to start preparing an hour ago!" She complained. Whoops.

Hours went by, but I was finally read, to my mothers standards that is, for dinner. "Oh, look at you!" She breathed, "I am going to attend to the kitchen, hurry down, he's going to be here any minute!" She said excitedly and rushed out of my room. I stood in front of the mirror at the new me. The green dress hugged my chest and stomach then tapered out allowing my curves to show in my slight frame. My hair was half up in a bun and long tendrils of curly hair fell past my shoulders. I practiced my smile. Then laughed at myself. "Wendy!" my mother called to me. I took a deep breathed and prepared to meet my date. I glided, or I hope I did, through the hall and made my way down the stairs. But stopped suddenly and a single word slipped from my mouth that I never thought would, "Peter?"