- I remember being super, super, super excited when they first announced there were plans for a movie. I mean, I remember where I was, what I was doing, and I remember jumping up and down, I was so excited. (I was so, so disappointed when the movies sucked. My inner fangirl died a little.) I remember going to the midnight party for Book 4 with Davis dressed up like I witch. (I got my book at 12:47:36. I checked my watch. I still remember the exact time!) I remember that the Trio were my imaginary friends for the longest time. (Seriously, I remember talking to them in my head at fourteen or something.) I remember the excitement that came each time a book was released. I remember anxiously awaiting the next one, going through and looking at all of the different covers. (There was a folder on my old computer full of just different Harry Potter covers.) Backtracking, I remember writing a report on JK Rowling in the sixth grade. (I remember trying to print a page that was dark blue with a white font. I remember asking why the background didn't print. Ah, the good old days.) I remember crying and throwing my book across the room when Sirius died. I remember where I was and what I was doing the first time I heard that some people wouldn't read Harry Potter because of the witchcraft. (I got in a HUGE fight with my friend about it. I mean, it was pretty intense wank for a fifth grader.) I remember playing "Quidditch" outside with a friend of mine and breaking my mother's broom after not asking if we could use it. Mom was not happy at all. I remember helping my friend put together a Moaning Myrtle costume for the Book 6 release. (Which reminds me, I remember being in the fandom before we knew the titles for Books 4-7. I remember how exciting it was to find out the GoF title, and all of the jokes about the lenghth of the book. I remember the old, old, old story about the last word of the series being "scar." I even remember someone made a scam that was supposed to be "the last chapter." I read it and was so exitied, not realizing it was a fake.) Sorry these are all disjointed. Long story short ... it was amazing. It was like a complete alternate universe for me to grow up in. Harry Potter is to me what The Beatles are to my mother (a Baby Boomer).
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- Meep, please.
- I am 18 now and I was ... 9 or 10 then.
- I remember being super, super, super excited when they first announced there were plans for a movie. I mean, I remember where I was, what I was doing, and I remember jumping up and down, I was so excited. (I was so, so disappointed when the movies sucked. My inner fangirl died a little.) I remember going to the midnight party for Book 4 with Davis dressed up like I witch. (I got my book at 12:47:36. I checked my watch. I still remember the exact time!)
I remember that the Trio were my imaginary friends for the longest time. (Seriously, I remember talking to them in my head at fourteen or something.) I remember the excitement that came each time a book was released. I remember anxiously awaiting the next one, going through and looking at all of the different covers. (There was a folder on my old computer full of just different Harry Potter covers.)
Backtracking, I remember writing a report on JK Rowling in the sixth grade. (I remember trying to print a page that was dark blue with a white font. I remember asking why the background didn't print. Ah, the good old days.)
I remember crying and throwing my book across the room when Sirius died.
I remember where I was and what I was doing the first time I heard that some people wouldn't read Harry Potter because of the witchcraft. (I got in a HUGE fight with my friend about it. I mean, it was pretty intense wank for a fifth grader.)
I remember playing "Quidditch" outside with a friend of mine and breaking my mother's broom after not asking if we could use it. Mom was not happy at all.
I remember helping my friend put together a Moaning Myrtle costume for the Book 6 release.
(Which reminds me, I remember being in the fandom before we knew the titles for Books 4-7. I remember how exciting it was to find out the GoF title, and all of the jokes about the lenghth of the book. I remember the old, old, old story about the last word of the series being "scar." I even remember someone made a scam that was supposed to be "the last chapter." I read it and was so exitied, not realizing it was a fake.)
Sorry these are all disjointed.
Long story short ... it was amazing. It was like a complete alternate universe for me to grow up in. Harry Potter is to me what The Beatles are to my mother (a Baby Boomer).