"A is for Amy who fell down the stairs"
Little Amy, poor little Amy, only wanting to be like Peter Pan; wanting to fly away from the world, that doesn't understand what is like to be a child. Go away somewhere far. Mother won't listen to reason but handle your first child, so one must learn to covenant with one's first child, resulting in being a purveyor; while the father is never fully around to give a firm hand in this, eyes only on wanting to be a child forever.
To that, for a child now, sounds wonderful and playful. Yet, the dangers to come are never far away. Never as it goes, danger comes and in brute force. Why bring up those words of choice, well noticed in the bit corner of the upper staircase, that might be the just the railing or a bunch up dress of an even dress. Could that be the final chance of a worrying and rushing mother, trying to stop her daughter from doing something stupid?
During the game play, of telling a tale of Peter Pan, go against one's better nature, having the giggles and praising words of child, wanting to show their parents . . . a talent they learned from their fictional hero? Wanting to grow up just like them, and to prove it, believes they can fly and takes a leap of fate. Having the gleeful yowls followed by a screech of a feared mother, who would be placed on the blame on child neglected?
Instead of voice troubles of a tired mother wanting a calm child, voice out, instead kept pushing her child. Just pushing her child to the bitter end, yet a quiet and marble floor stain scarlet, it was for the best. That now the mother could get a good night sleep, maybe promise her husband for a better-behaved child, more calming and military like style. More fitting to his eyes, so he'll be more at home often, to be there, so the mother's will, won't break a second time.
Thinking now, what for little Amy, the one who wished to fly, well, easy enough to say, she finally made it to Never Land. That must be something, at least to her.