Growing Up with The Boy Who Lived.
Today, I went out to the movie theater with my parents and I saw Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2.
I will start this off by saying, I have NEVER in my ENTIRE life, EVER cried while watching a movie, until I saw this film.
Harry Potter and the Sorcerer/Philosopher’s Stone was published in 1997, the year I was born. However, the movie version came out 2001, when I was 4 years old. I watched it when I was about 6 or 7, and I remember making a wand out of a stick and wishing, more than anything, that it could work.
I grew up with Harry, Hermione, and Ron, and was very sad to see the end of the adventures J.K. Rowling so brilliantly shared with us. It’s definitely saddening that we will never hear about the wizarding world of Harry Potter and his friends and family ever again. Yet, it gives a sort of close to what may be called my childhood.
I sacrificed many a household broom running down our driveway, trying to fly, and our, “Blending in With You Muggles” bumper sticker is still proudly on display on the family car.
Although Harry Potter’s story has come to a full close, he and his world will live on forever through J.K. Rowling’s books, and in our hearts.
I will be forever proud and overjoyed to be able to say that I grew up with The Boy Who Lived.



