Kara Donaldson was in the department store one summer day shopping with her mother. Kara was seven years old and in a wheelchair. She was paralyzed from the waist down in a car accident when she was five years old.

As her daughter road beside her, Kara's mom said, "Now, Kara, I've got a lot to do today. I'm in a bit of a hurry so just stay with me and don't go wandering off." Kara rolled her eyes. She was tired of all the rules her mother was always reminding her of. "Don't swim without a grownup, Kara" Mrs. Donaldson would say. "No roughhousing, Kara." "Don't swim too deep, Kara." "Take a nap, Kara." "Don't swim twenty minutes after eating, Kara." "Don't do this, Kara." "Don't do that, Kara." And on and on and on….

Just then, her mom's cell phone rang. She answered it and began a long conversation with whomever she was talking to on the other end.

Kara got distracted when she noticed a display of brand new Hanna Montana dolls. She decided to stop for a brief moment to look at them. Not realizing her daughter had stopped, Kara's mom kept going. Kara being so enthused with the new dolls, her "brief moment" became several minutes before she even knew it. She turned her head and saw that her mother was no longer anywhere in site.

She placed the doll on her lap, backed up her wheelchair and propelled herself up the main isle in the direction they were headed. She looked down each side isle in search for her mom.

Minutes passed and there was still no sign of her. Kara felt the fear welling up inside of her as she continued her search. The doll slipped off her lap and landed on the floor, but she ignored it and left it behind. Her heart began to beat harder as she became more and more scared.

Finally, she stopped in front of a large cabin tent on display in the sporting goods department. A tear rolled down her cheek and she began to weep. Just then, the zipper on the bottom of the tent entryway began to rise. As it rose, the seam split apart and opened. When the zipper reached the top, a boy's head popped out the opening. "Hey! What's the matter? You lost or something?" he asked.

She noticed the boy had a head of tangled unkempt red-brown hair, a ragged green shirt and a pair of shorts the same color. Around his waist was a belt that held a small dagger. "Yes. I can't find my mommy!" Kara answered.

"That's alright" said the boy, "all my friends are lost too. That's why we call ourselves 'The Lost Boys'. Name's Peter. Come on in." He stepped aside ushering her in. Kara wheeled herself into the tent and Peter re-zipped the opening closed.

The inside of the tent was empty except for a cot off to the left side. "So what's your name?" asked Peter as he plopped himself down on the cot.

"Kara Donaldson" she answered. Peter pulled out a pan flute and began to play softly. Kara saw that the boy was not wearing any shoes. "Why are you dressed so funny? And where're your shoes?"

"Aww, who cares how I dress? And why would you need shoes when you can fly?"

"Fly? You can't fly unless you have wings! Besides, I can't walk, but I still wear shoes!"

"Can't fly? Well, watch this", said Peter as he got up off the cot. He stood and began to float off the floor. Kara's mouth dropped wide open. She watched in amazement as he started flying in circles around her. He then settled back on the floor in front of her.

"Wow!" said Kara excitedly. "You're like that boy in that book my mommy read me while I was in the hospital!"

"Peter Pan?"

"Yeah! That's it."

"Yeah, there's a few books written about me. The most popular is the one about me and Wendy. Most of it's true but some parts aren't. Like the part about Captain Hook getting swallowed by the crocodile and in the end it says that Tinkerbell died. Both are alive and well. I don't know what I'd do without Captain Hook. He's my 'happy thought'!"

"Wait! You mean you're the real Peter Pan?" Kara asked skeptically.

"What? You don't believe me?" Peter opened his pocket, prodded at something inside and said "Tink! Wake up!" A few moments later, what looked like a glittering humming bird fluttered out.

Kara watched in awe as it darted about the tent. It then began to hover in front of her. She looked at it closely and saw it looked like a tiny human with wings. "Tinkerbell?" she asked in amazement.

"Yep! The same!" Peter replied. Tinkerbell moved above Kara's head and released a sprinkle of pixie dust. Kara giggled as she felt the dust land on her hair. Tinkerbell once again began fluttering around the tent making soft chiming noises.

All the joy Kara felt inside began to slowly lift her out of the wheelchair. Her paralyzed legs dangled above the floor beneath her. She was amazed to see that she was actually flying! She smiled brighter than she ever had since she was in the car accident two years ago that left her paralyzed.

Peter said, "Tink says it would be nice to bring a girl to Neverland for a change. Most of the people I bring are boys. That's kinda funny though. She used to hate when I brought girls. She'd get jealous.

"How would we get there?" Kara asked.

"Same way I got here." Peter snapped his fingers and the back wall of the tent opened to reveal a tunnel that seemed to go on forever. "Follow me", Peter said as he flew into the narrow tunnel. Tinkerbell went next. Leaving her wheelchair, Kara nervously followed after her new found friends.