So, it's the nerdiest of holidays, May the Fourth, also known as Star Wars Day, the unofficial National Holiday revered by every Star Wars fan out there. If you don't know what Star Wars is, please go back to the rock you've been living under, you are not wanted here. I thought to celebrate, it would be fun to talk about what Star Wars means to me.
The very first movie I saw as a child was Pete's Dragon in 1977, at the ripe old age of 2. Apparently, I was obsessed with Pete's bleeps, bloops and other nonsense noises that came out of him because I was would mimic those sounds for months. Star Wars came out the same year and I was obviously too young to go see it. I'm still amazed I got to go see Pete's Dragon. So, I did not get to see Star Wars when it first came out. Nor did I get to experience the phenomenon first hand. It wasn't until years later when the movie started playing all the time on Select TV did I get to crap my no longer diapered pants at the sight of tie fighters, x-wings, light saber battles, blasters and the Death Star. I would go over to my friends house all the time just to watch it. Selfish me. All my friends had all the toys, I had none. I had Lego and Construx toys. Great toys, honestly, but to me, I was left out of the Star Wars craze.
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