So like a lot of you I'm sure, I was a big Harry Potter fan when I was a kid. There have been but four, MAYBE five times in my life that something has drawn me in so throughly to the almost complete exclusion of everything else, and all the rest were video games.
So anyway, I remember getting into it over the summer when I was 11, and constantly playing with that little fantasy in the back of my head that I would be getting that letter from Hogwarts any day now, that I could be whisked away from all the boring normalacy of the everyday and practice magic. For a bit of poetic imagery, I suppose you could say I was waiting for the train on platform 9 and 3/4
And the train never came. Years passed by in a existence completely untouched by magic. I graduated Primary and secondary school, went to college, and hence became the cynical misanthropic bastard I am today.
There is a point of this thread however, beyond mere nostalgia. I don't think people who have ever waited at platform 9 and 3/4 ever completely leave it. I think we always leave some part of ourselves back there, waiting. Waiting even as that hope becomes a flicker infinitely distant but never gone. Waiting for something not of the mundane and the everyday, something that will shatter the mundane and the everyday. We are waiting for the letter that says we've been accepted to magic school, or the pill that will wake us up from the matrix. We're waiting for aliens to drop down, give us hyperspeed and lightsabers, and invite us to the galactic federation. We're waiting to wake up as knights in a mystic land from an ever strange dream, a dream that grows wispy as we resume our fight to save the land.
We're waiting for the Hogwarts Express.
TL;DR: Everyone has little fantasies as a kid they dreamed of coming true. Do you still hold any today?
So anyway, I remember getting into it over the summer when I was 11, and constantly playing with that little fantasy in the back of my head that I would be getting that letter from Hogwarts any day now, that I could be whisked away from all the boring normalacy of the everyday and practice magic. For a bit of poetic imagery, I suppose you could say I was waiting for the train on platform 9 and 3/4
And the train never came. Years passed by in a existence completely untouched by magic. I graduated Primary and secondary school, went to college, and hence became the cynical misanthropic bastard I am today.
There is a point of this thread however, beyond mere nostalgia. I don't think people who have ever waited at platform 9 and 3/4 ever completely leave it. I think we always leave some part of ourselves back there, waiting. Waiting even as that hope becomes a flicker infinitely distant but never gone. Waiting for something not of the mundane and the everyday, something that will shatter the mundane and the everyday. We are waiting for the letter that says we've been accepted to magic school, or the pill that will wake us up from the matrix. We're waiting for aliens to drop down, give us hyperspeed and lightsabers, and invite us to the galactic federation. We're waiting to wake up as knights in a mystic land from an ever strange dream, a dream that grows wispy as we resume our fight to save the land.
We're waiting for the Hogwarts Express.
TL;DR: Everyone has little fantasies as a kid they dreamed of coming true. Do you still hold any today?
