I grew up during the height of the Harry Potter phenomenon. When there was a new book or movie coming out every year, when you could try Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans in real life, and when everyone was trying to predict where Snape’s true loyalties lie.
To put it lightly, I’m a fan.
I remember devouring the books as soon as I could get my hands on them, analyzing the text for clues about whether or not Harry would die at the end, or if Mrs. Norris was really an Animagus. I even co-wrote an essay once for Mugglenet (a popular Harry Potter fan website). But the most fun were the midnight releases.
My friends and I would snag our place in line right after school and wait for hours. We’d be sporting our homemade t-shirts and a backpack chock-full of snacks (the best were S’more Ritz Crackers and Cool Mint Oreos, naturally). While we waited, we’d chat, maybe reread bits of the series, and just anticipate what we were about to experience.
Here’s the thing: I don’t necessarily remember the moments in the movie theater watching the film adaptations, or cracking open the books for the first time. What I recall most vividly are those hours waiting in line. All the laughter, and the fun we used to have.
These days, I don’t do midnight releases for books or movies. I can’t stay up that late, not even on New Year’s Eve. And, while I was very excited to see Star Wars: The Force Awakens opening weekend, for the most part I find that I anticipate different things now.
I anticipate getting a novel published someday, embarking on foreign adventures with my husband, tasting a really good meal I’ve worked hard to prepare, harvesting vegetables from my garden at the end of a long summer, or, heck, sometimes even just a relaxing weekend after a hard workweek.
Do you find that you anticipate different things now from when you were young? What do you anticipate?