So today I FINALY got to see the last Harry Potter movie. It was EPIC in every sense of the word. I watched the movie in 3-D which made the experience even more surreal. Watching a Harry Potter movie always makes me feel nostalgic. I keep on imagining my younger self huddled under the blankets with a flashlight in hand. I’d read away until two in the morning and sleep with the book underneath my face.
The first time I picked up an HP book my 3rd grade teacher said to me "Are you SURE you want to read this? It’ll be way too challenging for you." I felt challenged. He all but told me "put that book down, you're too young to read it. And being young = lack of understanding." I really didn't like it when people made assumptions about my abilities. Plus, I always wondered why people would read books that were SO large. What was the point when you could just watch the movies?
I agreed repeatedly that I would read it until he gave me the book. Within three days I was finished with it. When my teacher asked me what I did when I 'didn't understand something' I replied, "Well, I understood everything that happened. But if you're asking what I did when I didn't understand a word, I just looked it up in the dictionary." He was impressed, and I was really proud of myself for reading a book so large so fast. At that time I didn't like reading. It was something I did when it was required for me to do for school. Harry Potter made me realize how much fun reading can be, which eventually led to my love for writing. I’m so glad I hadn’t let my teacher dissuade me from reading it that day because from that day on reading has been my escape and my all-time favorite hobby.
SO…back to the movie. :)
Did anyone realize that part when Snape told Harry that his eyes were just like his mother's, but then in the memory his mother’s eyes were a completely different color?

Harry Potter - Blast From the Past!