I need to get all of my feelings out about Harry Potter ending, and since the only memorable thing about yesterday was seeing the final movie, this blogpost will be dedicated to the boy who lived. :)
Don't read this if you don't like Harry Potter. Hahaha, you've all been warned.
Yesterday I saw the last Harry Potter movie. The moment was so entirely sad for me. I know everyone has been saying the same thing, but I really feel as though my childhood is over.
Reading books has always been a positive experience for me, and I feel that I've found friends in all the characters in the Harry Potter series. I remember the first time I heard about the Harry Potter series... I was at a school book fair in elementary school, and I remember thinking "What's so cool about this??? It seems dumb.".
But I read the first book and knew that this series would hold a special place in my heart.
I have so many memories attached to this book series.
I remember my Mom reading the books to Daniel and I as bedtime stories... eagerly waiting for the book to come out... going to a midnight premier...
Honestly, I'm so happy that they ended the series during the summer. If you know me, you know that I share the same birth date with my favorite character, Neville Longbottom. Our birth date [July 30th] is the day before Harry's, and perhaps you all remember... or maybe not... but I've had several Harry Potter themed birthday parties and cakes. Hell, I had one of my cakes say "Happy Birthday Neville & Harry!".
I'm pretty sure I will always associate the Harry Potter series with my birthday. :)
I also remember reading the books during summer breaks, while I was at math camp [oh goodness, I'm living up to every nerdy stereotype right now. oops.], or while I was on vacation. It's actually pretty funny... while my mom drove my brother, grandmother and I around the Swiss Alps in 2001, I listened to the cd of the fourth book because I get motion sick when I read in cars. I also remember waiting to read the last book until I got it for my birthday. My mom actually purchased me my own book, so we wouldn't have to fight for the chance to read it. As in, my house has two copies of the final book, hahahaha. My summers have always been loosely defined by Harry Potter, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
I guess since HP has been with me since I was eleven, the same age that Harry was in the first book, I feel as though the characters have grown and matured at the same time that I have. I am already thinking about different ways that I can share Harry Potter with my future children, and I hope that they love the series as much as I do.
Going through so much of my life with Harry Potter [and everyone in the books!!!!] right by my side really makes me feel as though my childhood is over, now that the series is completely over. Yes, I wished I got an owl when I was 11, that Hogwarts was real, that one day I'll get to experience the magic... [This really sounds creepy as hell, hahahaha] but I am so glad that it's ending on a high note. :)
I don't know if J.K. Rowling knew how much her book series would mean to millions of people, but I'm so thankful for her creation of it.
I know this wasn't the most eloquent read, but I hope I captured just how much my life has been affected by Harry Potter, and what the final movie meant to me.
Being able to see the final movie in Buenos Aires only made my trip that much more memorable.
Side note: the only reason I did NOT want to go to Argentina this summer was because the final Harry Potter movie was coming out. Is that dedication or what?!?!?!?!? Hahahaha
Alright, this blog has taken me entirely too long to write.
I hope everyone has a great day, and that you check out the last Harry Potter movie if you haven't already!!!!
:)
<33Regina
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