Look at what I found in the laundry room:
It’s a 1969 edition of Peter Pan. I just love the look of it. It looks old and beautiful and comforting, which is why I’m putting it up here. New books just don’t have this look (or very rarely, if at all).
Haven’t read it yet. (Since childhood, I knew that a boy not interested in growing up spelled trouble.) But, we could watch Disney’s version of the story, here.