I Wish Magic Was Real: My Love for the Harry Potter Series

I was only a kid when I discovered Harry Potter.

I couldn’t put those books down.

As soon as I started reading, I was hooked.

I’d read them over and over again, counting the days until the next one came out, hassling my parents to go get it the moment it hit the shelves.

The second I had it in my hands; I was gone.

I’d sit there for hours straight, totally absorbed.

I remember thinking, God, I wish magic was real.

At 23, I found out it was.

Now, at 32, I’m living it, fully.

Every moment of my life.

There were days when I couldn’t wait to go to sleep, because I was so fucking lost.

Sleep was better than being awake.

But now?

It’s the opposite.

I don’t want to sleep because my days are magical.

Alive.

Exciting.

Who knew it would end up like this?