Harry Potter. I love you. You were my childhood/adult escape from this evil place called Earth. I spent so many hours waiting in line to buy the next book and even more time reading them. They are so well written and it's a wonderful story.
But now it's the beginning of the end, the first trailer for the last movie came out yesterday. I have already accepted the fact that I will probably cry when it's over. This time it's really over. No more movies, no more books. No more staring at Rupert Grint's face. The movies will be around I know, but there is no more waiting for what will happen next. I grew up with this series, and it's always sad when a good thing ends. I'm even more upset that I can't see it at midnight. Opening weekend! Yes I am going.
I know not everyone can share in my enjoyment of Harry Potter, which is really too bad because it's a fabulous story.
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Speaking of my childhood. My favorite childhood memory is at my old house in Carrington. My pop and I were running around chasing after butterflies. I don't remember if we caught any, but I do remember my long flowing past-my-butt hair. I guess I can admit that I am a daddy's girl at heart. I don't know if he remembers us chasing bugs back in the days we lived in the blue house, but I do. It is definitely my favorite childhood memory.
You’re hotter than the SUN!
-Hot Donna
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