A war is an evil thing. It takes so much. People, hope, and childhood. Jane was only five when her father went away to fight in the war, and because of that she had to grow up much to fast. Jane matured quickly thinking practically, planning ahead, earning responsibilities that someone her age should not have to bear.
Not to mention the fact Jane thought her mother was quite childish. Always filling her brother's head with silly nonsense of Peter Pan when there was a war going on. Honestly, Jane didn't know what she was supposed to do with her mother. It seemed all Wendy did that filled the role of a mother was calm young Danny's fears. Jane on the other hand, seemed to do everything else. She listened to reports, got the things they needed to survive whether it be food or blankets, Once Jan even took care of the bills when Her mother was ill.
But Peter Pan? Honestly. They didn't teach you anything except that there were would be no consequences if you went goofing off. Which of course wasn't true. If you did nothing but goof off like Peter pan, you wouldn't have a bomb shelter or even know what was going on. Yes indeed, things like Peter pan needed to be packed away.
Jane sighed, her back pushed up against the door. 'You think you're very grown up…but you still have a lot to learn.' Her mother's words echoing through her mind. How could her mother be so dense? She wasn't pretending to be grown up, she was grown up. Why? Because she needed to be.
Going away tomorrow…. Oh how Jane wanted to run away. She didn't wasn't to go to the country side. It was her duty to stay here. She didn't understand why her mother would tell her the night before, on such short notice. And what was she supposed to do? Smile and agree? 'Goodness, this must be the first time I've thrown a fit since Dad left.' Jane thought to herself. And indeed it was, although it wasn't really a fit as much as standing up for yourself, but Jane often took the punch, blaming herself when things went wrong.
Peter Pan….It all came back to him didn't it? Jane looked at the doll in her hands, "Peter Pan….Pixie Dust…"Oh how she wanted to believe… How she wanted to be a child again…
But this was war. There was no time for all this "…Childish nonsense" She whispered to herself dropping the doll on the floor, curling herself up and couldn't help silently crying over the lost of her childhood.
