He was just a boy of 11 years old, though this story isn't about Harry Potter, but a boy that wished to live in Harry's world. He remembers the days when he heard the chatter and clatter of students around him gossiping about the latest new book series: Harry Potter. Learning about this, the boy researched all he could on the series. He asked friends how it was, he looked at the covers at the book sales in school, and desperately wished to read them. Though, his parents were devout Christian, and back then, Harry Potter was the devil. There were Christians that accepted it, and embraced it. Knowing full well that the book is just fantasy and not fact. Even knowing that it's a heroic story about a good wizard that saves lives, and has friends he cares about. But alas, the boy's church forbid it, and thus his parents forbade him from reading it.
And the boy never traveled with Harry, Hermione, and Ron on their perilous adventures in Hogwarts. From the Sorcerer's Stone all the way to the Order of The Phoenix, his parents wouldn't allow magic to be read in their home. And the flames of the boy's candle burned out.
But a small spark ignited in middle school. His English teacher thankfully had a copy of the first book, and with curiosity(and hiding from his Mom and Dad) he glued his eyes to the Sorcerer's stone, and couldn't pull away. The vivid imagery of Hogwarts, the mere descriptions of the magic and the characters, were all it took for the boy to become a fan, and have that candle burn proudly once more. By then, his parents weren't too strict on Fantasy. They started embracing it too, and realized that stories of magic aren't always Evil and malicious.
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Yeah, that was kind of cheesy, but all of this was my journey to reading Harry Potter. All it took was reading one copy in middle school. After all the brainwashing, and machinations of the church, I decided to think for myself, and read the first book. And I fell in love. As I opened that first page, I couldn't turn away. I almost skipped a day of school just to read the book all day, but of course, my Mother caught me. Soon enough, I became a fan in time for the final book, and still have the first edition Deathly Hallows in great condition here.
I, one day hope to be a successful author. I don't need to make the next Harry Potter, and I'm certain I won't. I'm just a guy who wants to write entertaining stories not just for young adults, but everyone. There was a time when I just dreamed of being a success, but now I'm not just dreaming. I'm doing my best to make sure that I live it. And that takes hard work, dedication,practice, and all the cliches you can throw out there. For anyone reading this, if you're an aspiring author too, I wish for you to succeed. Practice, practice, and practice. Nevertheless, also make sure you get critiqued. Because you can practice all you want, but if you're not getting any feedback, you don't know whether what you written is good or bad.
Right now, I'm working on my first YA Vampire/Paranormal novel. Hey, I love that type of stuff. As well as Fantasy. I will never turn my back on Fantasy. And one day, hope to write my own epic. Until then, I just have to keep on climbing until I get to the top. Whoever is reading, I thank you. Hopefully this wasn't too cheesy. Good day, good afternoon, good night...wherever you are, have a great life.
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