One of my Peter Pan stories that I shared one Christmas from the roof of my house while putting up Christmas lights.
Many years ago when I used to go all out with decorating my house and yard with big bulb colored lights I found myself with the problem of a ladder that was too short to reach the roof of our house so that I could string the lights up under the eves.
No problem. I simply tossed the long strands of lights up to the roof, went in the house and climbed out the second floor window that opens onto the roof.
While carefully attaching the lights at the very edge of the roof my six year old next door neighbor and his friend stopped to watch me.
They asked, “How did you get up there with that short ladder?”
I quickly answered, “I flew up here. Peter Pan is my dad.”
To this day I feel bad for deceiving him. It was a lie! I married Peter Pan.
