Peter finds the lost, the left-behind, the abused. Is that not why you are here? Did Peter not save you?
There's a reason why we're born with brains in our heads, not rocks.
Children like yourselves are full of magic, but the men have turned, they've lost their magic to the fear and hatred they harbor for all that they can't explain, control, or understand.
Your dreams are your spirit, your soul, and without them you are dead.
What will happen, will happen.
The boy planted his hands on his hips and a broad smile lit his face. "My name's Peter. Can I play too?