Anyone who knows me knows that I have an embarrassingly deep love for all things Peter Pan.  When I was little I only wore floral, frilly nightgowns and kept my slippers next to the bed at all times just so I would always be prepared if Peter came one to whisk me away.  No matter how old I get I will always ride “Peter Pan’s Flight” at Disney, and will cry at any movie with the general theme of growing up / loss of childhood innocence.  And I mean CRY.

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