I remember when I was seven or so, I found the Philosopher's Stone book in my shelf. I never read it, but I remember being really afraid of the drawing of the Three-Headed Dog, so I never bothered reading it. During August of 2001, I remember my mother brought me a Harry Potter bag for school. I was like, why did you do this? What is this? But, I used it. So then comes November. I remember I was in Dubai. The hype was insane and I think my parents were really hyped about it, particularly my mother. I begged not to go with them to the film. But then when I went to the theater, I saw the poster. I remember looking at Hermione's face, and thinking to myself that this might be good. Five minutes into the film, and I was beyond hooked. There's a point in Sorcerer's Stone where Harry walks in the snow, with Hedwig on his arm. I was thinking it would be the end of the film because it had already been 90 or so minutes, but when I saw that there was clearly going to be more scenes, I was ELATED. Once the film ended, I was never the same boy again and my life would change a lot. I remember dueling with pretend wands with my sister. God, the memories with Potter are endless.I can't even begin to continue about my Potter experiences in the future, so I'll stop now. I might mention them later. But that's how everything STARTED.