To Be Harry Potter

Some days don't you wish you could be Harry Potter? I do. Like some little orphan boy who's parents' got themselves blown up by a bad mamma jama, only to realize in 17 years you yourself has to make the sacrifice of giving his own life to the cause. But along the way you find out that you don't have to take crap from anyone. If they do give you crap then you can just give them a pigtail or even blow them up like a balloon and let them float away. If only, or if you decide I don't want to be around anymore, I'm going to hop on my fire bolt, try to catch that gold little ball that wins the game and all will be good. And in the process of all my accomplishment, I will get the chance to fight off my nemesis. But if all fails I can hop a board that cool animal that's half eagle, half horse and go hang out at Malfoy Manner. To be Harry Potter, hmmmm. Probably not, now that I think about it. I can't remember spells and I probably would turn my mom into a mouse or something. I got to admit the mail system is pretty cool, but I can't ever remember cleaning poop up after the mail man delivered my mail. Go figure. Until next time, peace, love, and god bless our troops over seas.