When I Was Young

My name is Longstick 300. I'm a broomstick. I live in a magical environment, Hogwarts. Yeah, I know that Harry Potter got real famous, as well as his magical friends, but I bet you never knew the behind story about what he rode around.
I'm nice, unless you mess with me. I know a few spells and charms, which I may be willing to use. I had a long, long life. I'm actually older than my 'friend' Hagrid.
I was born in a small shop in Diagon Alley, where an old guy crafted me. He made me of a branch of a tree and a bundle of hay for my golden hair. I was lucky to be able to roam in the display window with my friends, Broomstick 5000 and Reallylong 2000. They were quickly bought by a few bratty first years of Hogwarts, and I spent the next few months in loneliness.
Hagrid, this ugly dude, took me away from my misery by buying me and taking me to his little hut. I didn't like him, because he was overweight and tried to ride me with that huge butt of his, but soon he gave up and gave me as a present to a kid named Harry Potter. He was a geek who had these weird glasses, but at least he was better than Hagrid.
You can already see that I had a paranoid and exciting life. That's just the start. Just wait to hear all the other stories I have in hand, er stick.