I grew up with Harry Potter. My first really great memories are of my mother waiting in line with me at midnight to get our tickets for the movie and my father watching it with me at the Grapevine Mills mall theater. I remember my dad reading me the first book, that was the only time I remember him being like a true father to me, and I remember hating that he had to read them to me because, if he hadn't, I wouldn't understand them. Those books are what made me into a reader and lover of words.
I only wish I could have shared it with the person I love the most. Sadly Jordan had to leave. I understand why so it isn't that big of a deal but I really wish he could have stayed. I wish his parents would allow him his freedom. That his mother would be more understanding of his needs and that his father would, well there is nothing wrong with his father unless good council is something that shouldn't be passed along. Sometimes I do wish that his father wasn't so wise. It would mean that we would be more apt to make our own mistakes and get dirty and learn from them. At least that way we could, maybe, have a little fun doing it. (sometimes it just sucks always being responsible, though that is a sign of immaturity I would imagine) Still, sometimes we would all love to be able to be like children again.
Well so much has changed since that first Harry Potter Premier. My mother and father don't even speak with one another. I don't speak with my mom. Moms been married once and divorced twice (and is working on a 2nd marriage now.) Dad has done the same. He has kicked me out of my own home. I am not a little girl anymore. I stopped playing softball. I fell in love. I am engaged. I am homeless. I am off to college. So much is different which seems the perfect way to end the night. Now that Harry Potter is over I get to start over and discover something entirely new about myself. *smile* I can raise a mug of butterbeer to that.
Goodnight
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