It's been so long, guys! Sorry! Hopefully this is okay, it's been a while since I last wrote anything about Peter Pan.
Silly Wendy, of course Peter had never forgotten. Forgetting was a grownup. He knew. He had watched every child grow up and, ever so slowly, they forgot. They forgot him, they forgot Neverland, they forgot everything, passing the adventures off as just dreams they'd dreamt years ago. He had thought Wendy to be different. And she was. But not different enough. She had held on for so much longer than the rest, but every adult must put childish things aside eventually. And that included her. "Don't forget me!" she had begged him so long ago. Look who forgot who, Wendy-lady.