Part 3: And then there’s this. 👆 I discovered Harry Potter thanks to teaching and now I’m rediscovering it thanks to parenting. I’m not sure who’s getting the most out of this exercise, the Bug or me. At 15 I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life. But with Year 10 work experience around the corner, I had to pick something fast and so I picked something safe. I signed up to work at a local primary school for two weeks. I couldn’t believe how much I enjoyed it. I still have the card that the kids gave me. To put things into perspective, those kids are now eighteen. In those two weeks I was taught two things by the kids: 1. How to tie shoelaces. Yep I only learnt how to tie shoelaces at the age of 15 and here’s a huge secret- every time, every single time I’ve tied a shoelace since I’ve felt happy with myself in a look-what-I-can-do-way. Laugh at me. 2. Told that Harry Potter was mandatory reading. Now at 15 I was aware of Harry Potter but I foolishly thought it was a book for kids. Having read ‘The Suitable Boy’ aged 13, I was very full of myself. I wore knee length skirts over baggy grey trousers and fleeces (early Noughties fashion was really something) and I carried jhola bags from Janpath and thought that if I could not be cool, I could at least be an intellectual. Harry Potter was not part of that image that I held of myself within my mind’s eye. I grudgingly borrowed the library’s copy and that night I didn’t sleep. I read the Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone in one sitting. I was in love, it was like coming home. It was one of those books that I hated myself for finishing quickly because I was so sad it was over. 18 years later, I’m reading it again. Enough time has lapsed that I don’t remember every detail so it does feel like reading it for the first time. I adore doing the voices and I love that I can make the Bug and the Bonu laugh. The kids haven’t seen the movies yet so I’m getting to create this world alongside them first. It honestly feels like such a privilege. Harry is the ‘different’ boy. Small and diminutive, Harry’s story is so meaningful when you see him again through a seven year old’s eyes. Continued in comments.