Me and Harry growing up, side by side

I saw Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows part 1. It was amazing. I shuddered from pleasure, I laughed, I cringed, I jumped in fear and I cried. The theatre was filled and I felt the unity, everyone shuddered and laughed and cringed and jumped and cried together. When it was over, I clapped so hard my hands went red and tingled funnily. It was an applause of happiness, for being able to be a part of something so big, and it was a clap of frustrated fear. When I saw the first movie, I was seven and when I see the last movie, I’ll be seventeen. That will be ten years of my life with Harry Potter. More than half of my life. Practically my whole childhood. I don’t want to say goodbye to one more thing, one more thing that I will always connect to my childhood. You think, it’s just one thing, but then it’ll be another thing, and another, and another. ‘Til you realize there isn’t anything left. Until you realize you’ve actually, legitimately, grown up. I’ve, for as long as I remember, been saving all the tickets for the movies I’ve seen, but some got lost. I finally started putting them up on the inside of my closet a couple of months ago and I found the ticket for the first Harry Potter movie I saw in a theatre, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, it was in salon 10, which is the biggest, and I still remember that that was one of the best days in my life. I don’t want to forget that. Yesterday, I put up the ticket for HP7 and realized that I saw it in salon ten. I saw it in the exact same place as the first HP movie I saw in the theatre. That made me smile. I just hope I’ll never get over being a child. I never want to grow up.

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