...a Campbell girl, at least. And some of the boys. For some reason, we all love Harry Potter, we all wish we went to Hogwarts, and we all love Lord of the Rings and wish we were hobbits. Too short to be elves. Maybe it's our Scottish heritage of living in castles and brutally conquering our minions, rebelling and pillaging land. How that all factors into a love of magical, mythical storytelling, I'm not sure. But this love exists in the Campbell family, probably coming down the line through our fathers who introduced us to Mr. Tolkien's literature and our later discovery of Ms. Rowling. We took it from there. Want proof? Cousin Sarah is in love with Harry (understandable). Cousin Amy is a fan of Professor Snape (not really sure...). Sister Caroline thinks Draco is attractive (also not really sure...) and Cousin Anna, well, Anna would probably get along well with Ginny Weasley (both quite sarcastically funny, Anna more so). Cousin Matt can do an eerily accurate impression of Gollum, or so we hear (he's never shown us). And I've been told I strongly resemble Hermione (the book Hermione, because of my mane of hair). Brothers Stephen, Andrew and Spencer...well, they're the most hobbit-like Campbell's yet, something they may or may not grow out of (their feet indicate they won't)(so hairy).
I do recall a Christmas family gathering where Sarah enthusiastically told us about a film crew in New Zealand hiring extras to be hobbits and that we should go. Wasn't a joke. She also claims to know the language of the Elves.
I remember another holiday gathering where we watched a movie of Amy's making in which she was Frodo Baggins, on a quest to Mordor. Her hairdo made for an uncanny resemblance.
I remember sitting on a couch for 14 hours, watching all three extended films of the Lord of the Rings trilogy in one sitting with some friends.
We've read the books. And read them. And read them. When the last few Harry Potter books came out, my family had to buy multiple copies of each one so no fist fights would break out over whose turn it was to read.
Needless to say, we are nerds.
But. This is who we are. You know who we wish to be. Want to be our friend? Buy us a flying broomstick or whistle beautifully into the wind for your white stallion. We'll ride/fly away happily into the sunset. Because we haven't yet learned to apparate.
I do recall a Christmas family gathering where Sarah enthusiastically told us about a film crew in New Zealand hiring extras to be hobbits and that we should go. Wasn't a joke. She also claims to know the language of the Elves.
I remember another holiday gathering where we watched a movie of Amy's making in which she was Frodo Baggins, on a quest to Mordor. Her hairdo made for an uncanny resemblance.
I remember sitting on a couch for 14 hours, watching all three extended films of the Lord of the Rings trilogy in one sitting with some friends.
We've read the books. And read them. And read them. When the last few Harry Potter books came out, my family had to buy multiple copies of each one so no fist fights would break out over whose turn it was to read.
Needless to say, we are nerds.
But. This is who we are. You know who we wish to be. Want to be our friend? Buy us a flying broomstick or whistle beautifully into the wind for your white stallion. We'll ride/fly away happily into the sunset. Because we haven't yet learned to apparate.
