I first guessed he was watching me the night I noticed my clock had stopped. I tried to see him through the window, but he's faster than I am. I knew he was there… I just knew it…I could feel his eyes on me… I had suspected, because I believe so much, that I knew he was real. Usually, I don't see anything… but tonight… I turned around, I didn't see him, but I saw his fairy, streaking after him; the little ball of light- satisfaction. Just like a child, when what I want is given to me, I say a quick thanks then decide what I want next. Until now, all I wanted is to know is if I was wrong or not. Now, all I want is to see him, and maybe, just maybe, learn how to fly.
I've already got my happy thought all picked out and ready to go. You know what that is? It's a memory. When I was younger than I am now, I used to swing on the swings and it felt like I was flying. That feeling, the one so many people disregard and take for granted, is my happy thought. I guess no one really realizes that a happy thought can be a feeling, like love or pride or happiness. Its gotta be real, though, and you have to be able to feel it with your whole self, not just let your brain think about it. That's how you make a good feeling into a happy thought.
So many people laugh at me, or think that I'm different from everyone else, but…haven't you ever wanted to fly… just fly away to a place where grown-up things don't worry you, where they don't even really exist? That's why it's called a fairy tale, right? Something everyone wants but doesn't think is possible. But, that's what's called growing up. When I am ninety years old, I still wont be grown up. You know why? It's because I'll never stop believing. I'll always dream of flying, and I'll never give up hope that some day, I'll be faster than him… and I'll see him… and learn how to fly…
Where would you go first? I'd be in Never-never Land before you could say 'I do believe in fairies'. Second star to the right and straight on 'til morning… Don't worry, though, you won't fly into the sun… I think maybe people are worried about that. They say things like 'you can't fly until morning…' or 'there's a lot of second stars to the right' or 'to the right of what?'… But they're all just silly. Of course you can fly until morning, and the second star to the right is a very specific term. It's not like its 'well, the star somewhere on the left'. I mean, why can't people just believe… they must be afraid or something… afraid to believe… afraid to fly…
I'm not scared. Come and take me away, Peter, I wanna learn how to fly!