12 years

I read Harry Potter for the first time at the tender age of 7.  Actually, it was read aloud to me.  I liked the books so much that I wanted to read it faster than the one chapter a night pace that my dad was going at.  That was the only time I ever did that, though we read many fine books in our bedtime career.  Ever since then, I was hooked.  Those books were, to be cliche, magic for me.  When I came home from seventh grade and I hated myself so much, I just had to plug in my headphones and go to my favorite other world with people who were unconditional friends.  You might say that I should have read the Bible or something in those times, but thats not where my faith was at.  I am a Christian and I love Harry Potter, but I love Jesus more.  Last night, I went with some of my camp friends to the midnight release of the final movie.  We laughed, nearly cried, had a most epic evening of singing Potter puppet pals, inside camp jokes, and tired hilariousness.  It was great.  The girls sitting behind us were obnoxious, and the camp counselors sitting in front of them did plenty of shushing.  There were some parts of the movie that weren't true to the books and easily could have been, which I don't like, but oh well.  It is what it is, and it was amazing <3  12 years later, its all over.