Creative Writing: Harry Potter And The Sorcerer's Stone

The year is 2003. It’s the beginning of July in a small suburb town. A little girl sits in her backyard on a covered swing. The sun sat in a cloudless sky, casting shadowy patterns across the cushion on the swing. She can hear her younger sisters laughing and splashing in the pool that is just a few feet away. But she was not interested in swimming, because her attention was on the book on her lap that she had just gotten yesterday. Her feet brushing against the grass with every motion of the swing. Her eyes eagerly scanning the pages, trying to soak up as much of the story she could. Before her mom told her to put the book down and spend time with her family.

That little girl was me, and that book was Harry Potter And The Sorcerer’s Stone.

I had been begging my mom to take to take me to the library so I could pick out some books that I had an interest in reading. When my mom had finally found time to take me. I was bouncing up and down in my seat the whole way there clutching a piece of paper with the picture of the book I wanted that my mom helped me find on the libraries website. I remember walking in and seeing the colorful bindings on the shelves. The smell of books and the leather of the couches surrounded me, as I walked straight to the kids fantasy section. I was a girl on a mission. My eyes scanning the shelves looking for that colorful orange and blue binding I had heard so much about. When my eyes found that blue and orange binding I was looking for I ripped it from the shelves, and ran to my mom jumping up and down begging her to let me get it.I had never read a fantasy book before and I had wanted to read this book since the beginning of the school year. But my mom’s answer always had been “ When you finish your school books then you can read it.” That day in July I finally got what I had asked for, for seven months. As soon as I got home I ran upstairs and climbed up the ladder to the comfort of my bed on the top bunk. I leaned my back up against the wall, pulled my blankets over my legs, and started on the first chapter. The chapter title of The Boy Who Lived immediately grabbed my attention. As I started to read this book it was nothing like I had read before.

I know what a lot of you are thinking can really learn something from a fantasy book? The answer is yes! Through reading Harry Potter I learned that reading can actually be fun, and that history is important. After finishing the Harry Potter series I found a love of reading. I did not dread it anymore. I now read every book I could get my hands on. And you know those history books I talked about? Well guess what?! I actually like to read historical based books now . And history and reading actually became my favorite subjects in school! If you would have asked nine-year old Morgan if she would ever like history or reading her answer would have been heck no! My mom now has to tell be to put the books down instead of that I need to read them. I always have a book in my bag that I carry around with me everywhere I go just in case I get a chance to read. And I owe my love of reading to a book about a boy with a lightning scar on his forehead and the things he did to save his friends and the