What Harry Potter Means To Me:
Nearly everything I remember from my childhood includes reading. Whether it was reading under the table during class (I never got in trouble!), rushing through my homework so I could read at night, or begging my Mom to bring me to the library. Reading took up so much of my life that I don’t remember much else.
Out of all the books I read, the most memorable series was Harry Potter. I could completely lose myself in the books – spend hours and hours laying flat on my bed, letting my imagination run wild with Harry, Hermione and Ron. I could finish an entire book in less than a day. That was back when I had no responsibilities, of course.
But what truly has me remembering this time in my life was who bought me these books. My Memere was one of the happiest, funniest and smartest ladies I have ever known. I remember waiting patiently every time a book came out in the series… waiting for her to drop it off and for me to dive deep into the world of Hogwarts. My Memere didn’t have a lot of money, but she was always able to buy me Harry Potter books. Some of my fondest memories include staying at her house and eating ice cream sundaes. She made the best sundaes – even had special glasses specifically for her favorite ice cream treat. She bought chocolate sprinkles specifically for me, since everyone else preferred rainbow.
She passed away in March of 2013 from cancer. It happened quickly, and I felt, and even feel now, that I could never thank her enough for helping my childhood love of reading. A few weeks ago I saw a grandparent buying their grandchild a copy of Harry Potter and Sorcerer’s Stone, and my heart burst with joy. I almost said “Good choice!” but kept silent. I took that as a sign my Memere was present and telling me to get some ice cream and get back to reading.
What does Harry Potter mean to you?