(twenty) two is the beginning of the end

i'm re-reading peter pan by j.m. barrie which seems to coincide quite nicely with my quest to find (and ultimately reside in) a non-fictional neverland. unfortunately, though, my internal gps system doesn't seem to understand "second to the right and straight on til morning" too well. growing up and throwing up, my friends. i repeat, growing up and throwing up. anyways, this is one of my favourite passages which (conveniently) comes at the very beginning:

"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 the 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 for ever!’ this was all that passed between them on this subject, but henceforth wendy knew that she must grow up. you always know after you are two. two is the beginning of the end."

ain't that the truth...