I was in the sixth grade when I first learned about Harry Potter. At the time, I was really into watching the Rosie O’Donnell Show (random, I know), and Rosie kept raving about this book called Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone.
Rosie’s stamp of approval was solid for me, and I decided I needed to read this Harry Potter book, too. That week, I was able to get my hands on the second Harry Potter book in the series—Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets—though at the time, I thought I was reading the first book.
It didn’t matter, though. I was hooked. I went to the library and checked out the first book, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone, falling more in love with the story now that I got the whole picture.
From then on, Harry Potter became a permanent fixture of my life.
I went to book release parties. I bought all of the books and reread them countless times. When I interned at The Saginaw News during the summer of 2007, I even convinced my editor to let me go to the movie premiere at midnight and write a column about my adventure.
Don’t get me wrong: I’m aware I’m not nearly as hardcore as many other fans out there. But over the holidays, I was playing around on my phone and recorded my mom answering random questions.
The video below is solid proof that for years, I’ve been: