I was in second grade, and I kept hearing people talking about Harry Potter. My parents said I couldn't watch the first movie until I had read the book. I remember sitting in this tiny rocking chair and feeling so grown-up that I was reading this book.
Funnily enough, the only bit that scared me was when Harry snuck out to duel with Draco after hours. I was terrified they would get a detention. I actually skipped that bit the first time. I don't know why that scared me so much...
My first harry potter book memory is reading the book with my mom in the 'big bed.' I was tucked in, my mom and dad on either side of me. The candles were flaming and the cats were sitting on the bed. Very sweet moment.
I also remember the first time I saw the movie. I was screaming at Harry to catch the snitch in the Quidditch scene and cursing Ron for being mean to Hermione. Even then I could see they were destined for each other.
My mom read the first book to me when I was in first grade. I was all annoyed because my friends had all read (well, had read to them) the first four books but I was still on the first one. But then like within the next year I read/listened to the other three.
I remember waiting until midnight to get Deathly Hallows at Barnes and Noble. While everyone else was waiting in line, my mom ran to the neighboring Stop-and-Shop and picked it up without waiting. It was epic. We would hide the book from each other trying to read ahead of each other. My mom ended up reading it out loud to me in the end so that way neither of us would be able to read ahead!
My first memory was in third grade my parents had gotten me the first three movies for Christmas because I saw advertisments for the fourth I believe and it had sparked a lot of intrest in me being a curious child. I actually have no recoliction of how I reacted to these movies except that Hagrid reminded me of my uncle for some unexplicable reason. A year or two later in fourth or fifth grade I began picking up the books at garage sales with my mom until I had collected the first four. I flew through them within a matter of months and ended up finish the first 6 a month before the 7th came back. All I really remember from that is that I was in love with Harry Potter and Ron Weasly and Snape bugged the crap out of me for some weird reason and everyone who liked him I got very mad at, haha, I was a bit of an angry child.
I remember my mam reading it to me and seeing the cupboard harry
had to live in.I remember being very sad at that.
That's just my earliest memory ,the memory's created after that are
much happier. :)
My cousin was one of those kids who refused to read (the polar opposite of me, I inhaled books as a child). Harry Potter was the series that made her love reading, and she still swears by it. When we were little, she tried to get me into the series as well, but I couldn't get through it because I thought the first part of Philosopher's Stone was too boring (I'm sorry, but I did think this!)
Out of desperation, she got me to give the book another try by reading the ending to me.
I wasn't upset that the ending was spoiled now; on the contrary, I knew that the book would eventually turn awesome, gave it another go and got all the way through, and after that I was hooked for life.