Last night, or rather this morning, I saw the last installment of the Harry Potter film series. This is the symbolic end to many people's childhood, including my own. How perfect is it that they ended two months after I finish all my schooling, after starting at the tender age of ten?
What really made this apparent to me was sitting next to a thirteen-year-old girl in the movie theater who very much reminded me of myself. After some quick and clumsy math, I realized that the very first time I read the first book, this girl was only one. Talk about a mind blowing thought!
She was very excited about it, as she should be, since I'm sure there's not a time she can remember without the name Harry Potter being thrown around. However, for those of us who don't have any lengths of childhood ahead of us anymore, it's more of a soul-crushing awakening that we have to start growing up now.
People may make fun of me, but this image says it all:
I don't think any more words are needed.
