I often say to people that I am still trying to figure out what I want to be when I grow up. They laugh, I laugh, we laugh together. They tell me I'm funny. I deflect the praise and then graciously accept it in my slyly humble way. But in reality, I am DEAD serious. I truly believe that there should be a healthy bit of Peter Pan in all of us. And no, I don't mean the brand of peanut butter. I'm allergic to peanut butter so having a little bit of that "Peter Pan" in me would have my wife racing for my EpiPen. I'm talking about the boy who could fly and refused to grow up. I don't mean we should be immature, but we should be willing to look up at the moon and think that we could one day walk on the face of it.