User blog comment:JoePlay/Wizarding World Giveaway/@comment-4173136-20110720042037

Harry Potter... Harry held my hand as I grew up. He coaxed me along my dark childhood; he gave me an escape from the abuse--physical, mental, and emotional--I went through as a kid. I wasn't allowed to read, and Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix was the first book of the series I read (secretly). Harry Potter and I grew up together; he helped me stay sane and calm and nice. I would be a completely different person. I think Harry saved my soul; I felt connected to him, to the story. I was THERE, I was there with him, too, just like he was with me. Harry Potter... he changed me. No, no, he kept me. That is to say, I could have grown up a much darker person had it not been for the light that Harry Potter shone into my life. Harry's world is my world, and I continue to live in it to this day, and I will never leave. I will never, EVER forget the Boy Who Lived, the Boy who saved me.