reality just like what literature did to me. They chuckled with no worries and soared high above from the town that never loved them; literature made me fail to recall about the existence of this cruel world. Neverland was their heaven, like the words I read in every piece that gives vivid images and sets me to other dimensions I’ve never been. Peter Pan is indeed a symbol of literature for he holds me tight as we escape from Captain Hook—the reality.