I remember lying in bed at my dad's house when I was in high school reading the Harry Potter books. I loved them. I used to stay up WAY too late on school nights because I was caught up in a book.
Today Aiden is sitting on the couch, watching the movie made about the fourth book in the series. I frequently find myself thinking about moments in my past - could I ever have imagined where I would be in my life at this moment? Laying in that bed, reading those books, could I ever have thought my son would be watching the movie interpretation of that same book?