I will never forget the first time I found out about Harry Potter. I was in second grade, the other second grade class were all reading this weird little book. They had all just come back from the school library all holding it and by chance the one other girl that I knew in that class walked past me and I gathered up all my courage (I was painfully shy) and asked her…” hey what is that book that you all are reading?” she said; “Oh its Harry Potter” I was intrigued..so I asked her what it was about she said..”oh its about witches and magic”
this feeling overtook me at that moment…..I had to have this book…I’ve never felt something so intense…I wanted to know about magic., I NEEDED to know about magic. So I asked my mom if she could please buy me this book…we didn’t have a car or much money but but she could see how much I wanted this book so we walked to CVS on a lovely September day and they had a cute display of Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. I had no idea that this wasn’t the first book so I got it and devoured it… and I was immersed in this world of magic and fantasy…it saved me from my not so magical surroundings and in Harry Potter I found another kid who just like me, didn’t fit in with his family and felt totally alone. I went to the library and got my hands on all the harry potter books that I couldn’t buy and when I turned 11 I waited by a window in my old new england house by an even more ancient heater, looking out the window waiting for my owl, to tell me that I would be taken away and off to Hogwarts.