When I was younger, probably around ten years old or so, I met a missionary that changed my life.
If I remember right, the missionaries were over at our house for my little sister’s birthday party. We adored her companion, who was fun and funny and maybe just a little but crazy. We were playing with some of the balloons and I bragged about how I’d read all the Harry Potter books over a dozen times. This amazing sister missionary looked at me and challenged me to read the Book of Mormon more times than I read Harry Potter.