Still Waiting On My Hogwarts Letter
I read Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone on a flight and refused to return to the muggle world.
I was the same age as Harry, Ron, and Hermione when the first book came out. With every page, I was transported to this beautiful school. I was bullied by Professor Snape, received guidance from Professor McGonagall, quarreled with Draco, and won my first quidditch match. I faced a three-headed dog, rode a broom amongst animated keys, won a life-size game of Wizard’s Chest, and came face-to-face with the world’s most feared wizard. I experienced friendship, cast spells, and felt the pang of sadness when the year was over. At the age of eleven, this was the most fantastic adventure I had taken, and I repeated this adventure repeatedly. As the following years unfurled, the experience continued to seduce me and holds me completely smitten to this day.