“We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry…”

Can you imagine opening a letter and reading those words? The shock. The joy. A dash of apprehension and a smidge of doubt…quickly overwhelmed by the anticipation and the excitement.

Then there’s the journey to Diagon Alley. Choosing your animal…your wand choosing you. The parchment, the quills, the cauldron…all the bits and bobs for doing your wizardry.

Then the day arrives and you are at King’s Cross Station; standing with Platform 9 on your left and Platform 10 on your right. Staring down the wall between them, you do it at a bit of run…and there you are, next to the most beautiful train you’ve ever seen. You find your friends, head for a private carriage, and take your seat.

Finally, you arrive at Hogsmeade. You watch as the first years go with Hagrid to board the boats. You’re home.

You may think this never happened for you. If that’s true, then why does all of this sound familiar?

J.K. Rowling said it best: “All these people saying they never got their Hogwarts letter: you got the letter. You went to Hogwarts. We were all there together.”

Come on, folks…it’s September the first…it’s time to go home.