User blog comment:JoePlay/Wizarding World Giveaway/@comment-4147112-20110714155055

What Harry Potter means to me is probably very different compared to what it means to most people. It started off being just an amazing book I opened up to read on a warm summer day. I was one of the few kids in my class who enjoyed reading children's fantasy books. It took me to a place where I didn't have to worry about trying so hard to fit in, or being upset over my parents fighting. As the years went by, I continued to be consumed by every word and the satisfaction I felt from putting myself in the life of Harry. One fond memory I have of this was sitting at my close friends funeral and thinking to myself "when I die my heaven will be Hogwarts." My twin sister always laughed when I told her this, but that was really how much the book meant to me. I had been telling my new boyfriend Eddie, since the announcement, that I absolutely had to visit the Wizarding World of Harry Potter. I didn't realize it's true significance in my life until one icy cold night in March of 2008. My boyfriend, cousin Nick, and I were driving to a friends house that lived out in the country. I sat in the back seat, while my boyfriend and cousin sat in the front. All of a sudden his trunk began spinning rapidly on a large piece of black ice hidden in the middle of the road. I squeezed my eyes shut and grabbed the seat in front of me praying to god we would be okay. The truck suddenly slammed as hard as it could against a telephone pole as the glass window next to me shattered and my head collided with the exposed pole. Everything went black. My boyfriend turned around to see if I was okay and saw me slumped over on my seat. He immediately jumped into the backseat with me and started shaking me, but there was no response. As he told me, minutes felt like hours and I was still not opening my eyes. That was when he put his head on my chest and started to panic, assuming I was dead. "You have to live Bianca," he sobbed, "We have to go visit the Harry Potter theme park (he never called it but its correct name :)." For some reason (that even I wonder about still to this day) I opened my eyes and smiled at him. Despite the gigantic lump I had on the back left side of my head, and the disorientation I felt from being unconscious, I was smiling at him because he wanted to take me to go see Harry Potter!!!" My words were muffled, but he could barely make out me telling him "You promise?" For some reason, that I promise with all my heart and soul, Harry Potter saved my life. I would love to be given this opportunity to visit the Wizarding World of Harry Potter not only because my boyfriend promised me, but because it ended up meaning so much more to me than I ever thought it would.

Picture of the truck after the accident: http://i53.tinypic.com/10pqej7.jpg