In the past week, new details emerged about a new play, “Harry Potter and the Cursed Child.” I bet every kid who grew up reading the Harry Potter books and watching the movies strongly considered buying tickets and flying to London next summer. “How,” you ask? Because all of these kids are now in their 20s and can afford to recklessly fly halfway across the world for a continuing story that was as memorable in their childhoods as birthday parties and Halloween costumes.  

The first Harry Potter book came out in 1997; I was two. The last came out in 2007, when I was 12. Those 10 years to me where defined by loving the world created by J.K. Rowling. This is the same for lots of other children of my generation who are now in college who are debating trips to London and are overly excited about the release date of the movie "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. (We also have a copy of the book itself, which came out in 2001).  

Where are the Potterheads? We’re in and out of college, rereading the books for old times' sake and rediscovering new little details we didn’t notice before. We’re awaiting the release of new material by J.K. Rowling and getting overly excited when she give us little background story presents on Pottermore. We’re reading the books to the kids we babysit and watch the movies when we’re home for Christmas. The magic never leaves the hearts of the kids who waited for an owl to arrive with their letter to Hogwarts on their 11th birthdays.