First one I have done that isn't Phineas and Ferb, what a step up!

Disclaimer: I do not own Peter Pan.

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Peter's Past

This story starts in the streets of London, in a rather ordinary house, housing a small family. This home belonged to the Pan Family, made up of a father, a mother, and a young boy. This boy's name was peter, and he was a very unique boy, out of all of his friends he was the best at everything and everyone knew this. He was the cleverest, the fastest, the strongest, and the friendliest, most trustworthy person you could ever have known. He truly loved being a child and couldn't think of anything else he would rather be. I'm Peter's mother, Sara, and I am about to tell you the most undesirable moments of my life.

Back when I was young, for now I am around 70 years old, I had come home from the market. Peter was still at the park with his friends at the park on the other side of the street. In the living room was Peter's father, Martin, reading his paper by the fireplace. I set the groceries on the counter when I heard the door open and shut, I heard a young boys voice, "hello mum, hello dad, I'm home!" that was most definitely Peter, and to this day his voice rings in my ears.

May I say, that Peter's father, out of anyone I have ever known, was the most proud of Peter, he was as proud as a father could get. All he would ever talk about is Peter and how wonderful he was, he saw a very bright future for the boy, always talking about him going into the family business when he became a man. He would be the best there is and become the richest man in the country. He saw everything for him, he truly cared about Peter and wanted him to be in the finest life there was once he was gone so he would not be worried about him.

A couple of days before Peter ran off, we had found out that we would be having another child in our family. Peter was going to be a big brother. What a clever boy he is, and oh the things he will be able to teach his new brother when the little one gets bigger. Just like everything he will be the best big brother ever. Maybe I shouldn't get him all caught up with how great he is at everything, I don't want him to become conceited or anything, no matter how true these things are. He is what he is, and he is most defiantly being himself, and I could have never been happier.

Here is where the sad part comes into my life. I had finished making dinner, I had already set the table and everything, and then I called peter down. Martin started talking about Peter's future again. This would probably be the only time in my whole life I would have wished he didn't start talking about it. Yet, I went along with the conversation as I waited for peter to come in. It just seemed like a normal conversation to me, but obviously it wasn't a favorite of Peter's. I heard him in the hallway, outside of the kitchen. He was running, running upstairs to his room, I heard a slam of the door. I had no idea what was the matter.

I had decided to go and check on the poor boy. I knocked on his door gently, "Peter? Peter honey, pleas open the door," I opened the door, "Peter?" I looked around the room, not a sign of Peter anywhere in the room. The room was dark and with nobody in it, the window was wide open with the curtains swaying in the breeze. "P-Peter?" I said starting to crack up with panic. "Peter!" I yelled out the window, but there was no answer. I started to cry as I ran down the stairs to Martin. He was just as upset when I finally told him clear enough. He immediately called the police, but after months of searching nothing was found.

We were so caught up with Peter we didn't prepare ourselves enough for the baby. The guest room was never cleared out for the new baby boy. We had to put him in Peter's room. The windows were left open for peter all summer, but when fall started turning into winter, we knew we would have to shut it or else little James would catch a cold, and for an infant it can get really bad. As much as it killed me to shut that window, I did so, I did not want to lose two sons in the same year.

To this day I still regret shutting that window, but people keep telling me that he is just fine, although I think they are making it up, the things people say Peter is doing these days just don't sound possible, even though this is Peter we're talking about. I could not see him fighting pirates, dancing with Indian, talking to mermaids, and out of anything else, and being able to fly! Does anybody really think I would believe my boy is flying on a land that isn't even on earth, but on a star, no, it almost sounds like people think he is dead, and is now in a better place? To even think that is heart breaking, I can't imagine it, it is too painful to imagine, I can't bear it! What have I done! (Sobs) What have I done…..

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