The first time I fell in love with a character from a story, it was Tintin. I was nine years old and a whole-hearted Tintin-fan. Well, that story ended after two years or so had passed, but really, in the worst time, I took a picture of Tintin with me when I went to our cellar, I was afraid of going there but I felt safe when I had the picture with me... Nowadays I get totally bored if I even try to read some of the Tintin-books. My second love, I guess, was Harry Potter. I made a magic wand of a wooden stick I found somewhere, and read the books many, many times. I actually thought that if I'd get three wishes, I'd wish Harry Potter was real. I wanted to go to Hogwarts... And thinking Hogwarts was not real made me really upset. That started when I was eleven years old and ended when I was thirteen and read the last book. When I was thirteen, I also loved Eragon, and after that I started loving Inuyasha from the bottom of my heart. That went on for about four or five months, and then I started liking Full metal alchemist. Nowadays, I kind of like Ed and Shikamaru, but not as passionately as any of my earlier fantasy loves. I guess I've grown up a bit... ...Or not. blaugh
Raccoonwolf · Tue Mar 24, 2009 @ 06:48pm · 0 Comments |