pixie dust.

"Why can't you fly now, mother?"

"Because I am grown up, dearest. When people grow up they forget the way."

"Why do they forget the way?"

"Because they are no longer gay and innocent and heartless. It is only the gay and innocent and heartless that can fly."

"All children, except one, grow up.

They soon know that they will grow up, and the way Wendy knew was this. One day when she was two years old she was playing in a garden, and she plucked another flower and ran with it to her mother.

I suppose she must have looked rather delightful, for Mrs. Darling put her hand to her heart and cried, 'Oh, why can't you remain like this forever!'

This was all that passed between them on the subject, but henceforth Wendy knew that she must grow up.

You always know after you are two. Two is the beginning of the end." (Peter and Wendy by J.M. Barrie)

Iggy soared through a museum, delighting older patrons who, I think, remember what it felt like to fly but can't figure out how to do it again. The octopus wished he could be as free as my passing little one, and followed him from side-to-side in the tank.

A crowd quickly gathered to witness the lump of creature that had been hiding under a rock all morning come out to play with the boy who could fly.

"I am old, Peter. I am ever so much more than twenty. I grew up long ago."

"You promised not to!"

"I couldn't help it."