My Best Friend
The year was a strange one, one that was beyond anything I had ever experienced before in my short 12 years on planet Earth. The Y2K scare had everyone running for water, food and power supplies in the beginning. I was leaving elementary school and life couldn’t be happier. Between the “summer Olympics”, my friends and I developed, the beautiful scents of the local woods, the ma and pa ice cream shop we went to in downtown Crete, Illinois, or the new addition of all of us reading Harry Potter in the shade of a tree together. Summer time was in full swing. Reading was a new pastime to share in our small group of four friends, but it was enjoyed nonetheless. Then the news came that shocked us all—my dad announced that we were moving from my lusciously green home, to the desert of Arizona. Something about a midlife crisis and needing to “find himself.” My friends and I were split apart in just four short weeks, never to see each other again. But it was this journey that led me to discover my best friend of all—literacy.
The trip to Arizona was long. Just before leaving we stopped off at a family members home to say our goodbyes, and to get back a Harry Potter book that I had loaned them. That first day Harry and I went on our adventure in the Prisoner of Azkaban. How amazing it was! To be sneaking into Hogsmeade with Harry under the invisibility cloak, or learning to fight off dementors with the wave of a wand! I completed the book on day one of our trip. How proud I was to delve into an over 400-page book in a single day. The second day of our car journey, the sadness of leaving behind everything that was my childhood began to destroy my heart and suck away my soul as quickly as a Dementor’s Kiss could do that very same task. I needed something; I needed not just a friend, but also a best friend. At the moment I reopened my book, I joined Harry in his adventures and we shared our hurts, hopes and dreams together. Arrival in Arizona led to...
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