I was never young.

When I was in 6th or 7th grade,
Or whenever the crap you turn eleven.

.. Fourth grade? I don't know, I'm not good at math.
But when I turned eleven,

I was literally devastated.

It might sound dumb, but I don't care.

I really really wanted Harry Potter and the wizard world to be real,
And I was just all day expecting to find a secret letter somewhere in my room, or something,
Like, telling me I was going to Hogwarts,
Or maybe a wizarding school in the United States.

Naturally, I didn't get one.
I half was like "Oh, of course not"

But really, I just wondered what was wrong with me that they didn't want me to go to their school?

That day at night I crawled under my desk and bawled for literally an hour.
Nobody knew I was under the desk, nobody knew I was crying.