I believe in him.Peter Pan is a famous character who may be real (only if te believe).Peyer Pan has been my childhood movie and it still is.If te really believe in Peter all te have to do is say I do believe in fate I do I do 10 times,sing slow songs about him and tell stories about him and/or his adventures.I've done it before.So I truly believe in him and Campanellino too.
But if te don't believe in him o Tinkerbell..well whenever someone doesn't believe in a fairy then they die (and that's what could happen to Campanellino if te don't believe) and Peter Pan might disappear o might not go to your house again.So believe in them and they might take te on an adventure.
But if te don't believe in him o Tinkerbell..well whenever someone doesn't believe in a fairy then they die (and that's what could happen to Campanellino if te don't believe) and Peter Pan might disappear o might not go to your house again.So believe in them and they might take te on an adventure.
In the shadow of Big Ben A statue was raised in his memory.
The plaque reads: In memory of The Lost Boy - Peter Ravensdale.
The time has come to believe again...
Last night i couldn't sleep, something was keeping me up but for the life of me i didn't know what it was. I glanced around my room and my eyes came to rest on the window, there was something outside the glass and as i looked, it began tapping on my window. I got out of letto and crept towards it. My mum always told me when i was little that Peter Pan would be there for me when i needed him, and i thought to myself;
"This can't be happening..."
Little did i know that i was in for the trip of my lifetime. As i approached the window the tapping stopped, i reached out my hand and opened the window, slowly at first, then wider and wider. Before i knew what was happening a pigeon flew into my room and started causing havoc all over. After over ten minuti i eventually shooed it out of my room using an old tennis racket from my brothers room. I knew i shouldn't listen to my mum, fairy tales don't exist...
"This can't be happening..."
Little did i know that i was in for the trip of my lifetime. As i approached the window the tapping stopped, i reached out my hand and opened the window, slowly at first, then wider and wider. Before i knew what was happening a pigeon flew into my room and started causing havoc all over. After over ten minuti i eventually shooed it out of my room using an old tennis racket from my brothers room. I knew i shouldn't listen to my mum, fairy tales don't exist...
