User blog comment:JoePlay/Wizarding World Giveaway/@comment-4171232-20110719202233

In the pages of Harry Potter are memories for me, My mom reading me a chapter then turning of the lights, only to turn them back on when i begged for more. Afternoons in the park reading, the Harry Potter release parties, when I won for best costume in a borders wearing the cape my Grandma made me. The times I played with my Grandfather and I would be Harry and he would play everyone else. Nights I lay awake before my eleventh birthday wishing for my letter to come, I wanted so badly to be a wizard and to help Harry save the world. When times got hard or I had a bad day I would open up any page in one of the books and read it to my self in the voices of the characters or act it out with the wands and toys my family bought me for various birthdays and Christmases that I still have today. I even remember my friend whos mother was so religious we had to go to the library to read and play Harry Potter, and when I got into a fight with one of my friends who had seen the movies but hadn't read the books. These books enticed me and gave me a love and a place all of my own where it was just me and the wondrous characters of Harry Potter.