Potter

It all started last saturday.....

Saturday the twenty-first of the month of October was a rather long and tiring day. I woke up early (for my standards) but didn't get up til 900. A horrible delaying tactic, I know, but when you're desperate you'll try anything. I sat in my chair doing nothing til 945 and finally taook my shower. At 1005 I was downstairs eating breakfast and putting on socks and shoes. (*shudders*) At 1017 Dad took me to the church. After telling me where Mom had gone, the hospital that is, Uncle Jeff was in with chest pains. So we left. I got there and... none of the teens were there, except Michael. We were supposed to be there at 1030, right? Even if none of us knew why? After a few more minutes people started arriving. And for 1 1/2 hours I did nothing but talk to Lindsay, Sam and Shaela, carry some paper mache balloons around and tape newspaper to a table.

1200. The people begin to arrive. The real people, you know. The Harvest Party has begun. I'm hurridly eating the rest of my lunch. Watching Mom look around for me. Nathan, Crystal, Richard and Daniel (who's Daniel? hehe) are with her. I finish my cookie and reluctantly head to my post. Pumpkin painting. There is worse. I force Richard to paint a pumpkin, threaten to make his week misery. Nathan joins him. I spend the next three hours instructing kids, cutting out faces (enjoyed that part!) and running the horse race. Yes, Mr. Wayne left us all alone with the horse race for "just a few minutes". An hour later he's finally back. Or was it longer? I'm not sure, I couldn't find my watch that morning.

1500. Free! Sorta. You see next come Hallelujah Day. An alternative to Halloween hosted by the Fikes. It was cold. And I didn't know anyone. And Crystal forgot who Daniel was (only for a moment though). But! I did enjoy the band known as the Mighty Underdogs. I was in the perfect position to watch the drummer. *sighs in ecstasy* So my day was redeemed.

1930. Home sweet home! I'm too tired to do anything but sit and stare blankly with glazed eyes. Being on your feet all day does that to you.

But 2000 brings me to my point. My original introduction to the fascinating character known in my mind as Potter. Harry, that is. From 2000 to 2300 I watched Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets with Dad.

Tuesday the twenty-fourth. Mom and I hike over to Mansfield to buy Crystal's brithday present. (Today, by the way. Happy 15th Crystal!) We stop at the library. I ask Mom the ultimate question, Can I check out Harry Potter? Mom calls Dad and we get a yes. I know she's not the happiest with it. We are Christians and if you haven't heard the havoc raised about Harry Potter than you obviously live somewhere in a different system. Surely not ours. The thing I don't understand is why. I've read Eragon and Eldest and though I can't be sure as I haven't read the Harry Potter books (I plan on it this summer), I have a suspicion that Mom would prefer Potter to those. So the only reason Mom would let me read the Inheritance trilogy then, is the fact that she has heard nothing against it.

People get on my nerves.

I don't mind people not reading them because the have magic. I just believe that it should be up to the reader, and also, in the case of a minor, the parent.

There's my little chunk of philosophy for the day.

So after I checked it out (Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, that is) I spent the drive home trying to figure a time when both Dad and I could watch it. There wasn't one. So I watched it that evening.

Thusday the twenty-sixth. I was bored, what can I say. I didn't feel like reading, so I uh... watched it again? (Heh.)

Saturday the twenty-eighth, yesterday. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban was on. I didn't see the first half hour, but I managed anyway.

Don't ask why I told you all this. I just felt I needed too, so here it is. Long, rambling story important to no one but me. Read if you like, it's my life.

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