My life is just a string of one embarrassing moment after another. Usually I can forget and move past these moments, but two Harry Potter influenced ones are regrettably well-remembered.
One of the first moments took place shortly after viewing the first Harry Potter movie; I was in the first grade. My dad had rented a copy from Blockbuster (RIP), and I loved it but was so confused by the British accents. I went to school telling everyone about the “foreign film” I had seen and I was shocked to learn that Harry Potter was actually quite popular. I felt like such a fool for thinking that I had been so special to come across such a great “foreign film.”
The other moment occurred not too long after the foreign film incident. My brother and I had made a hobby out of mimicking Ron’s British accent, specifically the phrase “Bloody hell, Harry.” We would prance around our house saying that phrase over and over again, clueless to the fact that it was actually a curse word. It was only after screaming “Bloody hell, Harry” in a public setting that our parents cued us in on the true meaning. Even at the young age that I was, I knew to be embarrassed by our unintentional sailor mouths.