I’ve been working my way through the Harry Potter books and movies in preparation for this week’s release of Part I of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. On this weekend’s agenda were the third and fourth film. Partway through Prisoner of Azkaban, I started to think about the memories I might choose to cast my own patronus charm.
For those of you not hip to the Harry Potter lingo, a patronus charm is a powerful bit of magic that protects you from the soul-sucking guardians of the wizard prison. (In later books, it’s also used as a kind of messenger system, which is silly and weird.) To cast the spell effectively, you need to summon your very happiest memory and hold onto it.
Watching Harry conjure up a possibly-imagined memory, I started thinking about some of my own happiest memories over time and wondering which one I would choose. Plenty of memories fill me with a warm fuzzy feeling, but which one is the best? Which one would sustain me the longest? Of all of the little moments in my life – because the small things are the ones I tend to cling to more than others – which one is the happiest
* Sitting with my fiance at his parents’ house late after everyone had gone to sleep, watching the snow fall outside the living room window.
* The Red Sox winning Game 7 of the 2004 ALCS. (Oh, sure the World Series win was wonderful, but after the roller coaster of emotions that was the ALCS, it was a little anticlimactic, don’t you think?)
* The day I brought my kittyface home from the SPCA.
* Meeting Peter Lerangis in Toronto earlier this year.
* Riding the Vaxholm ferry in Stockholm with a bunch of friends on study abroad.
* Howard Dean coming in third place in the 2004 Iowa Caucuses. (I guess 2004 was a pretty good year.)
* Moving with the Mister into our very own house in my favorite neighborhood in my beloved hometown.
It’s hard to pick just one, and it’s easy to wonder whether these would be strong enough to be a “happiest” memory. And of course, they’re all from the past several most recent years that I actually remember. I suppose if I dug long enough, I could come up with plenty of happy childhood memories, too. In any case, this is my long-winded, roundabout way of asking all of you Persephone readers what you think your best memory is. I am curious!