(this is not your average Peter Pan story) You had always had an obsession with the stars. While your mom was asleep you used to seek out and lay on the hill with the willow and watch the stars. Sometimes you would fall asleep and wake just as the stars faded and you would hear the moon's soft voice singing to you. You'd always look for a certain star. The star the wrinkled the brightest. Sometimes it would appear in the winter, Or in the summer. When it went away the moon and the stars voices went away. One night, when you were nine, you saw a boy come down from the stars. The boy was about 14. "I haven't been here in ages," he said. You giggled and asked him, "Did you come from the stars?" He looked surprised. "Yeh... I guess you could say that." "Can I go to the stars?" You asked. He kneeled down and said words you thought you'd never forget. " if you can remember the words 'I Believe In Neverland' in 4 years then you can come back with me." Four years later...