The reason I chose the topic of child hood memories is to help share and remember some of the great times growing up. Now some of my greatest memories will be on paper, and somewhere I can always go back and read when these memories begin to get a little foggy. It will only be a few clicks away and I can go back and read these memories and travel back in time to the "good days." When work, money, and the adult life wasn't all that relevant.

It was 2001, and the first Harry Potter movie had just came out. The talk was all about the movie and it let our imaginations run free. Monday morning came and I was back at my baby sitters house. We were sitting in the unfinished playroom with a giant toy chest and a book shelf that covered almost a whole wall. As we sat in the room we were all astonished about the brick wall that took you to another world filled with witches, goblins, and other mystical beings. We soon discovered at the bottom and top of one of the walls were screws. Oblivious at the time that they were only drywall screws, our imagination got the best of us once again. We decided that behind the wall after removing the screws was a this old beat up red brick wall, that would take us to Hogwarts. The only thing keeping us from traveling to Hogwarts was a screw driver.

Being the only boy at our babysitters, I was always stuck with doing the risky business. The girls finally came up with a plan to get the screw driver. The house had an open floor plan, outside of the playroom door was the living room. Every morning our babysitter sat on a ugly floral pattern sofa, with her back to us watching Regis and Kelly. The first act of business was to get out of the playroom. The junk drawer was on the exact opposite side of the house in the kitchen. We had to first open the door which made the sound of every door in a horror movie. The task began, one of the girls opened the door. As she opened the door I began to army crawl out behind the couch to the ceramic kitchen floor. The girls all watched with an intense look on there face through the cracked door. As I reached up into the drawer and grabbed the screw driver, I gave them the thumbs up. As soon as the signal was given the dog began to bark at the door in the kitchen. My babysitter got up to let him in. I had to make a quick move. I did a power slide, one that resembled one off an action movie my dad watched, directly under the kitchen table. I looked across the living room at the girls who looked at ease after the intense moment. When she got to the entry way to let the dog in, I made a mad dash to the playroom and we shut the door.

We went to work quietly, maybe to quiet. I climbed to the top of the book shelf and removed all the screws. The dry wall hung there limply, the next step was to move the shelf and get to Hogwarts. That's when our extreme silence became to suspicious for our baby sitter and she walked in. Her jaw dropped to the floor when she saw what we had done. Our faces quickly turned a tomato red, with a pit in our stomachs. At this point in time I can't remember if her face was worse then ours, but we didn't think the it was going to go over as well as it did. We soon explained our story, and she let us off easy, at least easier then she should have let us off. That was the day I discovered that Hogwarts was not real, and what drywall screws were actually used for.