Harry

My mother walked into my room one day when I was just a boy and handed me two books, this being after she told me she had two presents to give me. To my utter disappointment they were books. I smiled and acted as if I had just received the gift of a life time until she left and I threw them under my bed in disgust. A few months went by and my parents grounded me for a reason I can't remember, I began to clean my room to gain back some of their favor. I just so happened to find the books that i had thrown under the bed and began to read the first of the two just to see what they were about. It was about a young boy.... named Harry. He was my age at the time which was 10 and in somewhat of the same predicament I was in being that he was for the most part "grounded". I delved deeper into the story and the deeper I got the harder it was for me to put the book away finally to where I was at the point of skipping dinner (which never happened). This was no longer a book, it was a gateway to an imagination I did not know dwell inside of me. When Harry was mad I was mad, when he was sad I was sad, his friends in the book became my friends... I cared about them, every journey I felt apart of.... every hurt, every page, every line, every word I felt....  through eight years we aged together, through seven books we battled dragons, met witches, felt betrayed, felt misunderstood, experienced glory, made enemies, made the best of friends, experienced courage in the face of fear, felt abandoned, felt loved and found love together. This story gave me hope.... hope that when I am gone from this earth that my children and their children others like me will turn the first page and find themselves in a world of wonder and endless possibility. That it is okay to imagine.... you are not alone out there... that there is a little bit of this story in all of our lives, it is a light beckoning us home to dream big and use our imaginations, to feel love, to feel a bond of friendship, an adventure. This book was a part of my life, it is a piece of the reason I am who I am today. The story has ended but the feelings I felt while reading it will never end....  Harry will never be gone, not as long as those who remain are loyal to him, thanks for all the memories...