The Harry Potter series enchants me, and taught me so much. But it's not so much about what I learned, it's about how I felt as I learned.
I was treading through the words and gazing at moving pictures in the halls of Hogwarts at the edge of my breath. Right along with Harry, I was under the cloak of invisibility running through the forbidden forest.
I was devastated when I turned 11 and my Hogwarts letter came. But I kept hoarding memorabilia and collectibles in my Harry Potter Box. I slept on a Harry pillow and put a Harry blanket on my bed.
My friends love Harry's world, too. I love talking about it and speculating and remembering and making life metaphors with Harry Potter. It's just so fun.
I watched the movies and became more and more impressed with each one. They've been getting better over the years. And the last one is going to be fantastic. I just know it.
But I'm not going to the midnight premiere. Yes, call me lame, and not a true fan. I'll admit that this is partly because I'm old now and I can't stay up as late as I want anymore. Mostly, it's because I want to treat this moment with reverence.
This moment is special, sacred. The era isn't ending, I believe Harry Potter will forever remain in our culture and our hearts. But it is the end of the movies. I just want to take it in slowly. I've gobbled up every HP thing at midnight for about fifteen years. This time, I want to take my time.
Don't spoil anything for me! And I hope you enjoy this pics. Don't make fun of my Harry Potter toys.