I believe in him.Peter Pan is a famous character who may be real (only if bạn believe).Peyer Pan has been my childhood movie and it still is.If bạn really believe in Peter all bạn have to do is say I do believe in nàng tiên 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 tinkerbell too.
But if bạn don't believe in him hoặc Tinkerbell..well whenever someone doesn't believe in a fairy then they die (and that's what could happen to tinkerbell if bạn don't believe) and Peter Pan might disappear hoặc might not go to your house again.So believe in them and they might take bạn on an adventure.
But if bạn don't believe in him hoặc Tinkerbell..well whenever someone doesn't believe in a fairy then they die (and that's what could happen to tinkerbell if bạn don't believe) and Peter Pan might disappear hoặc might not go to your house again.So believe in them and they might take bạn on an adventure.
In the shadow of Big Ben A statue was raised in his memory.
The plaque reads: In memory of The Mất tích Boy - Peter Ravensdale.
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 giường 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 phút i eventually shooed it out of my room using an old quần vợt 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 phút i eventually shooed it out of my room using an old quần vợt racket from my brothers room. I knew i shouldn't listen to my mum, fairy tales don't exist...