When I was a child Peter Pan was my favourite fairy tale. I often dreamed that a boy dressed head to toe in emerald green would burst through my window with a tiny fairy at his side to whisk me away on many adventures.
Now my version of an adventure is having a lie-in or diving into a good book. However, it’s now getting to the stage where I have realised that chanting the mantra “I don’t want to grow up” is not going to save me from my fate. I’m becoming an adult and I am scared.
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