No More Magic

   

"It is our choices, Harry, that show us who we truly are, far more than our abilities." 

I hate to admit it. I walked out of Harry Potter. Sad... I swear this isn't a spoiler. It is more so the fact that, that was the end of my childhood. The end of a large portion of my life. 

I'd love to say it had no effect on me. And that I didn't watch it or did watch it because it was cool at the time. 

I have always been a Harry Potter fan. Since I was 8 years old. Since I read the very first book in 3rd grade with Mrs. Funk. And I was hooked, magic in the hands of the young and the young at heart. 

I waited for every book to come out. I have seen every movie the day it came out. I have dragged my father, my uncle, my sister, my friends. Anyone and everyone I could to experience the magic that I felt. A magic that I have lived with for 14 years.

14 years later... I guess we've all grown up. I own every book and I have seen every movie. I have scrutinized and looked forward to every step of my Harry Potter journey. I grew, I molded, I became something with Harry. Those characters were my friends, my enemies, and myself.

Am I ready to move on? To leave my childhood behind? I hate to see it end. I want the magic to last forever. 

I don't want to lose that side of me and replace it with this void of lost magic and unimaginable adventure. 

I don't want to lose that part of myself that still believes life is magical.