I was five years old.
I couldn’t tell you what theatre we were at or where exactly we were seated. It was Duluth, Minnesota in 1977. The trumpets blared, the crawl came across the screen, and a moment later a ship being fired upon and firing back came flying in. I was hooked.
Star Wars would cement my love of sci-fi. Oh, there have been other books, TV, and movies that I love and still love — but my first love is Star Wars.
I could not tell you how many times I saw the movies of the original trilogy in the theatre. Then, when we had VHS, I can’t tell you how many times I watched those movies again. For the record — the ONLY videotapes I still own are the boxed set original trilogy (letterboxed).
Then we got the prequels.
At the time, I was just happy to return to my beloved Star Wars universe. The music, the aliens, the scenery. To be sure, they are not good films. The plot holes are particularly large, the acting impeded by Lucas’ inability to write believable dialogue — and a total lack of chemistry between the actors playing lovers.
There are moments of merit in the prequels. But they mostly are skippable.
I love the final trilogy. Rey and her companions truly inherit the universe Luke and his companions started.
Say what you will good and bad — I LOVE STAR WARS!
As a kid, I had a lot of the action figures and vehicles. In my backyard — mostly alone — I created new adventures for the characters between and after the various films.
Star Wars would inspire me further. I started to write. At age 9 I created my first sci-fi book. Over the years I would also get into fantasy — which, to be fair, a good part of the Star Wars mythos is based in.
Jedi Knights are knights with laser swords, after all!
My love of fantasy and sci-fi had an incredible outlet in the Star Wars universe. It has grown from there — and now, as an adult, I still enjoy all things Star Wars.