On a whim I begged for Barrie's Peter Pan this last month, having not read it since sixth grade. Rereading it was a shock, a delight, and something in the way of an eye-opener. While completely fascinating in that South Park-esque sort of way to hear Tink call Peter a "silly ass", it was mature and youthful at the same time; the dark side of childhood. This issue is something in the way of a soft, dark underbelly to the placidness of growing up in a town with less than 10,000 people breathing within its limits. Nothing to say of the cemetary inhabitants, who are often more fun to hang out with anyway.