A long time ago, in a city far, far away…
April 13th, 2005I’ve been a Star Wars fan for a long time. I can still remember watching Episode IV when I was about 4 or 5 years old and thinking it was the best movies of all time. This movie beat the socks off of GI Joe cartoons and Smurf reruns. I had the toys, the posters and the imagination to get in the backyard and “pwn” my friends with an imagineerd lightsaber (which was really a broom stick painted red with the bottom quarter wrapped in electrical or duct tape for a handle). Ahh…the memories.
As I grew older, I purchased the VHS Trilogy and read collectors magazines with a sick stomach realizing that I should NEVER have blown up that AT-AT toy with firecrackers. I even purchased a few (ok, a truck load) of the new POTF toys and put them in the closet for future price guides.
Now when my kids were born – I underwent my rite of passage by drudging trough Barney and Teletubby episodes like every good parent. I think I even went through some depression thinking that this was as good as my children’s entertainment options would get – and wondered if I would EVER connect with them. I even remember thinking that my dad must have felt the same way when he realized that cowboys and Indians were no longer “in” when I was growing up.