Every story about him is pretty beautiful. A boy who never grow up and live in a beautiful land of dreams.and the backgrownd is also pretty beautiful and sad. It is a story about a boy who lost his life when he was out ice skating, and his little brother made up storys for his morgen of a boy who could never grew up.
It’s an old story, and i don’t know everything about it, but i want to tell what i think of the story and what i think happend.
In a long time ago, there was two brothers out playing. It was winter so the two of them went ice skating. The oldest one, Peter, wanted to show his younger brother who fast he could skate. But he diden’t know hos far out he whent, before it was to late. He stopted and looked down. The ice was cracing. He looked up and saw his little brother and Rolf him «go back home and wait for me with mom»
His little brother was just 10 years old and did what his 14 years old brother said and whent back to his mom. He diden’t know that his brother never where going to come home again.
When he came home he told his mom what happend and what Peter told him to. He and his mom came running back to the lake to see to Peter, but it was to late. In the time they came there, Peter was gone. The only thing left was a holl in the ice where Peter was standing. He was gone.
Peter’s mother took his little brother back home, and but him to bed. She diden’t say anything. She diden’t cry. Just took his hand and walked home.
That night was there something wrong with the world. Peters mother was crying inside, because she diden’t want his little brother to hear her. And the little boy was just wainting.
Two weeks after Peter woke up in the woods near the lake. But something was wrong. He looked around, he remberd what happend, but not hos he ended up in the woods. He tried to stand up but then he was flying, he screamd.
After an long time he got jused to fly.
In like a week he was thinking about going back home, but knew he could. He diden’t want to scear them. So he lefted them alone. But every night he went to the lake and played a song to his family on his pan flute. That went on for some weeks, but one night Peter was playing and where in his own wold, dreaming about his family. He did not se the little boy comming up behind him. It was his brother.
Peter was so sceard to se his brother that he frozed. His brother was crying, but when he tried to hug him, Peter flew up. That sceard his brother, but he did not run or scream, he just looked sceard. Peter landet in a three and said:
«My dear brother. I am so sorry, but i can never come back to you and mother again. Something happend to me, and i am never going to grow up like you. And i can never live on this world again»
And then he flew away. His brother was a smart kid and belived that it was a dream, and whent home.
Some days later did Peters brother tell his mother that he ha story for her. And told her of a boy with name Peter pan a boy who could never grow up and was playing a pan flute. That made his mother cry, but also made her feel better. A story of her son.
And that how the story of Peter pan was made. Made by what his brother belived was a dream. But everything you tell the story of Peter pan, he mabye sitting in your window lisening. And if your are lisening you mabye hear Peter playing a song for his family by the lake.