Hogsmeade was always that little village by my home–the home I knew through books and through movies. The Harry Potter experience was given a second chance to breathe life into a generation that may not otherwise be as deeply exposed to the series as I was, and for that, I am truly grateful.
(We got to see some Diagon Alley construction, as they gear up to create the Gringott’s addition to the Wizarding World of Harry Potter.)
I remember a time when I dreamed of this moment. That I could experience the world within a world that I read about for years; the place I always escaped to; the place that I always wished I would be a part of. Like many children, I often forgot I was just as much a part of it as it was a part of me. For where would this world be without the ones who visited it so often and longed for more? We certainly wouldn’t be able to visit now as I have, and many others. There is so much to this world that I got to see firsthand; I’ll never forget this trip.