User blog comment:JoePlay/Wizarding World Giveaway/@comment-4156707-20110716191554

Harry Potter isn't my whole world. Neither is it my entire life. It is, to say the very least, the one comfort that I can return to whenever I feel upset or depressed, as it was the first chapter book I ever read on my own. Harry Potter showed me a world that I wanted to join, a world that I could escape to in my mind whenever the real one was too much to handle, or I couldn't understand it. It showed me that books could be my best friends, when my real friends weren't around. Even though I may not be the craziest fan alive, and I may not have every single collectible or piece of memorabilia imaginable, what I do have is even better than anything material; I have my memories, from the first time I stepped onto the Hogwarts Express, to the last time I watched it leave Platform 9 and 3/4. I remember waiting for months, toes on edge, awaiting another installment of my favorite book series. I can remember seeing each and every movie the day it came out, thinking about what I wouldn't give to be living the life that these incredible actors and actresses have lived over the past ten years of their lives. These memories are a blessing, and I hope that someday, I can help my children find the same solace and happiness in these books that I have, and to help them create memories of their own. After all that we, as followers of JK Rowling and her brilliant work, have been through, and after living to see the ending of a series that will certainly go down as a classic in history, forging memories of our own that will span our lifetimes, we can all hold our heads high and say two simple words... Mischief Managed.