Past. (Although there are a few feelings that remain present.)
When I was growing up, I was one of those kids who didn't need much to be entertained. In other words, I would entertain myself easily - by myself. Sadly, that habit of being and playing alone stuck to me, and, like any leech, it would suck the blood out of me. I didn't have many friends since I really didn't know how to make them. People would use me to help them with their studies (and, normally, I don't mind if someone asks for help, just as long as they do it to understand, not to copy off me COMPLETELY). So, one day, I was looking at my scolastics magazine and I saw that they were selling the fifth J. K. Rowling book - "Harry Potter and the Order of the Pheonix". I thought, "Ah...why not?" And so I bought the book. Now, it took me three hours to read 32 pages - pathetic, I know! - but you have to remember that I was in fifth grade and I was not much of a reader in those days. I left the book in a corner, frustrated, and there it picked up dust, and more dust! That summer, I began to be bored because my parents would bring me to their office after my art camp would end at 12. I began to bring the book with me. Slowly, but surely, I read up to the 100th page, and I was so satisfied with myself. I began to read it all the time and could not put it down. I became lost in that magical world that is Harry Potter, and I just suddenly had a world that I could belong in. I know it may sound a little stupid, but (tears fall down my cheeks now; I'm a dodo!) that book became part of me and still is. I was one of them - I was Harry; I was Ron; I was Hermione; I was the kid in the corner who would obsess over people she wished to be and who she was. I lived in the fantastic land of Harry Potter, and I am proud of that fact. Harry shaped my life and J. K. Rowling and her mind moved me in such a way that I will always hold a place for her in my life. I admit that I became a little (tiny bit) obsessed, but I had a right to, since my life wasn't that great to begin with. Reading it gave me such a brighter aspect of life. I began with the fifth novel, then the first, the second, the third and so on until the seventh, which sadly ended only a little while ago. It's funny how I started with one of the most mature books of the lot. I guess I was too mature for my age, and so I had to read the fifth one to be able to start at the beginning, which is very similar to what I do in life. As a matter-a-fact, my life always begins in the intermediate parts, and then goes to easy, then intermediate again, and then hard - end.
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