I’ve been crying. I’ve been crying for almost twenty four hours. Yesterday I went to the Harry Potter Studios Tour and it was a religious experience. It was absolutely magical.
When I was younger, Harry Potter was all I had. That sounds depressing, but it isn’t I swear. I began my journey with Harry Potter when I was around 7 or 8. My dad read me the first two books and by the third book, I told him I had to read it myself because he was too slow. When I moved, I became quite shy and delved into reading and books, Harry Potter being the most prevalent. My family loves Harry Potter as well so we would take long car rides and listen to Jim Dale read us the words written by J.K. Rowling. We went to midnight premieres of the movies and held Harry Potter themed parties. Each new book was anxiously awaited and purchased exactly at midnight.
I could go on and on about the impact Harry Potter has had on my life and the various ways I still stay connected to this magical series. However, that would get quite emotional (for me) and boring (for you.)
The Harry Potter Studio tour was a rush of childhood memories. I teared up, lost my breath, and almost passed out. I had an amazing time. The gift shop was a trap of goodies. I almost bought everything within arms reach, but was able to control myself.
That was the last big event for me and my time in London and I could not have thought of a better way to end my stay. This is a must see for any Harry Potter fan. You’ll laugh, you’ll cry, you might even vomit. Harry Potter Studio tour: a rollercoaster of emotion.