When I was a child, I was fascinated with building things. Inventing things. I could spend hours playing with —
Lincoln Logs & Legos!
— Lincoln Logs & Legos. Yeah.
Maybe I should have become an architect.
I thought about it. Funny, we became writers instead.
Of course the Neverlands vary a good deal. John’s, for instance, had a lagoon with flamingoes flying over it at which John was shooting, while Michael, who was very small, had a flamingo with lagoons flying over it. John lived in a boat turned upside down on the sands, Michael in a wigwam, Wendy in a house of leaves deftly sewn together. John had no friends, Michael had friends at night, Wendy had a pet wolf forsaken by its parents, but on the whole the Neverlands have a family resemblance, and if they stood still in a row you could say of them that they have each other’s nose, and so forth.
Peter Pan, J.M. Barrie