If we were talking overall, any gift...ever. I would definitely say the gift of eternal life. That means most to me. But seeing as I am doing this as a Christmas series, I will write about my favorite Christmas gift I have ever received.
When I was in second grade, my teacher started reading "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone" aloud to us after lunch recess, to calm the class down before we returned to schoolwork. This quickly became my favorite time of the day. I was enveloped in the story, I dreaded waiting a whole day, and on the weekends, I definitely was ready for Monday to roll around to hear more. We had been reading it for about a month before Christmas break, and the gap between then and school resuming seemed far too long.
I do not remember asking for it, but sure enough they knew, and on Christmas day I received the first three books in the Harry Potter series from my parents. What I do remember is reading all break long, and almost finishing the book before I got back to school. I excitedly told my teacher, and she was proud of me, I loved that.
Before that point, I did enjoy reading. My mom tells stories of how before I could actually read, I would notice if you were reading my favorite book aloud to me and skipped words. But I would never have considered myself a book worm, not until then at least :) That book- Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone- sparked my love for reading. I devoured the rest of the series, hating the wait between books being released. Of course in-between those, I read other things as well, and it turned into a big part of me.
I grew up with Harry Potter. The characters feel like family. When I look back on times in my life, I can most likely tell you which book I was reading or waiting on at the time. An example of my love for the series, is about a week ago, when I was watching movies with my brother. We decided to watch the last movie in this series, and at a specific part, one I have briefly discussed in my "tea party" blog entry..I was completely reduced to tears. Literally, I was sobbing. My brother thought it was ridiculous, but it only made sense to me...Harry Potter (not the character but the story as a whole) is a part of me.
Not only this, but many other books have been a love of mine. Reading is one of my favorite past times. I love to disappear into an alternate world, or an event in History.
My desire and delight found in studying the Bible, I will not accredit to Harry Potter, because I would have zero desire without a beautiful Savior, though I would say the vast majority of all else started there. So in conclusion, I guess I have more thanks to give to my parents, for starting such an important thing to me :)
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