🌌 “I created Peter Pan so the children I loved most wouldn’t have to die.” – J.M. Barrie
From a very young age, life hit me hard. I lost my brother David in an accident when I was just 13. He was my mother’s favorite, and after his death… she was never the same. I tried everything to make her smile again — even dressing like him to bring back a glimpse of the boy she lost. But nothing worked. That’s when I learned: some grief doesn’t heal… it simply learns to wear a mask. 💔🕯️
Years later, I found comfort in writing. But everything truly changed when I met the children of Sylvia Llewelyn Davies. They became my inspiration, my unofficial family — the spark behind Neverland. Together we imagined a world of pirates, fairies, and flying boys. And Peter Pan was born. 🧚♂️✨
When Sylvia died of cancer, I stepped in to care for her children as if they were my own. Some people called me strange — a grown man playing with children, dreaming up tales of mermaids and magic. But what they didn’t know was that my heart was shattered. And stories were the only way I could keep breathing.
Peter wasn’t just a boy who didn’t want to grow up. He was every child who left too soon. Every soul the world forgot. A promise that as long as someone remembers… they never truly disappear. 🌫️🧸
The pain didn’t stop there. George, one of those boys, died in the war. Michael drowned in a lake. So today, whenever someone opens a Peter Pan book… they’re breathing life into children who are no longer here. And maybe… into me too.
✨ “There are wounds people can’t see. That’s why they don’t understand why someone writes fantasy. But sometimes, fantasy is the only thing that keeps us alive.”
