When I post this in the morning, I'll be about 12 hours out from seeing the last Harry Potter movie, "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part II".
And, I can readily admit, I'm probably going to cry my eyes out in the theater. Not just because I've read the books and know that J.K. Rowling straight-up murdered most of my favorite characters, but also because I grew up with this franchise, and it's very bittersweet that it's ending.
So I'm taking a look back at the previous movies, and recounting what was going on in my life when I saw them.