I fall down on the trampoline
With a thud and a light bounce,
The imaginary sword protruding
From my bloody side.
"And Peter Pan is dead
Until the end of the game."
I would announce ever slightly
From behind closed eyes.
Wendy soon came to mourn
The loss a personal hero,
As she laid across the trampoline
And sobbed fake wet tears.
But Captain hook would never win,
For Peter came to life again
And make him walk the picnic bench
That was our makeshift plank.
I would crow Peter's crow of triumph
Before we carried hook's body inside
For a quick glass of cold milk
And another happy ending.
Author notes
I chose option number one, the childhood memory.
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