Four Years Ago Today
Four years ago, I bought Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. At Kroger.
My neighbor, Karen, was working nights there at the time, and she's the one who told me they had copies to sell at midnight. My youngest son had just turned one, and I was still in sleep deprived mode (still am, actually). Because I used to stand in the driveway with her, watching our boys play, and making her listen to my rabid Harry love, she agreed to pick up a copy for me. She promised to leave it on my porch at six the next morning when she got home. She also promised to call me if it looked like she might not be able to snag one because too many people were in line.
The phone rang at 11:00.
I jumped into my husband's company car - free gas - and did my very best to drive the 20 mile per hour speed limit through the neighborhood. I'd gone half a mile when the blue lights started flashing behind me.
I remember thinking, "Oh crap. I was driving so slow that the cop thinks I'm drunk. He's going to make me do a sobriety test (which I couldn't pass in any situation), and because I'll fail it and because I'm in a hurry and because I didn't change out of my pajamas, he's going to take me to jail. And because my husband turns off his cell at night, no one will come post bail, I will STAY in jail."
And then I remember praying, "Please God let me buy the book first."
He walked up to the car with his flashlight and asked to see my license. Thank heaven he didn't ask for my registration; we'd still be there.
Him: "Ma'am, did you know your right headlight was out?"
Me: (babbling) "Oh, thank you, I didn't. This is my husband's car. I don't leave the house at night. I don't really ever leave the house, actually. I'm a mom. I'm on the way to Kroger. To get the new Harry Potter book. Are you a reader?" (smiling maniacally)
Him: (backing away slowly) You have a good night, ma'am.
I got to Kroger at 11:12.
I was home by 12:10.
I finished before noon the next day.
The second I was done, I hit the ground, sobbing, and made a promise to try to write a book.
I want to hear YOUR stories. Did you always want to write? Did you have a defining moment that made you say, "This is it!"? Tell me in the comments.
Posted by Myra McEntire at 7/21/2011 07:45:00 AM