User blog comment:JoePlay/Wizarding World Giveaway/@comment-4183528-20110721210034

When I was younger, around four years old, I was in my school's library. It was split up for one part of the school, kindergarten until fourth grade, to read certain books. I was snooping around the older section and that's when I saw Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. I begged and begged my teacher to read it for me, but she said I was too young to even comprehend what this book would teach me. So, a couple of years later, I checked out the book in my local library. I was about six when I read this book. My reading level was high when I was six; it was about a seventh grade reading level. I couldn't believe what I was reading. The trials that Harry went through with Hermione and Ron were just mind blowing. The detail, the images that ran through my mind was too much for words. This is when my obsession took place. Harry taught me about friendship, death, happiness, innocence, loyalty, bravery responsibility, trust and most of all, the biggest magic of all, love. Through the dark times in my life (such as my own battle with sadness and suicidal thoughts in middle school), I could turn to these magical characters to bring my spirits up. I turned to them when no one else would listen to me. They made me cry, laugh, angry and happy. From his first Quidditch match to the last battle with the Dark Lord, I stayed with him until the very end. I refuse to believe this is the end for Harry. He has touched so many people and brought all of us together in harmony. Not only did Harry Potter saved me, it also became my whole life. I can't thank them enough for making me who I am. So... yeah. Harry Potter means the whole entire world for me and no amount of words can express my thanks to them and our dear queen, J.K Rowling.