My name is Cubby and I’m Peter Pan’s biggest, clumsiest, and most craven Lost Boy at the moment. You may be familiar with the other, more famous Lost Boy called Cubby, but I’m a different one even though I’m just as tubby, red-haired and wear a bear pelt like the original one.
This blog tells the story of how I became a Lost Boy and the adventures (and mostly) misadventures me and the rest have on the Island now. Yup, there are still those who end up as Lost Boy, even today, and never grow up. Of course growing up can be sort of relative. It’s pretty hard to grow up when you’re cut down by a pirate’s cutlass.
