I was just over 6 and half years of age when my father called me downstairs to watch a trailer on the TV. My parents were separated and, it was his weekend with me. He wanted to know if I would be interested in seeing the movie. I recall being totally enamored with the commercial, like a puppy who who tasted his first treat. I said yes I wanted to go. The next several hours hours were spent in the grueling heat of New Orleans standing in line in the parking lot of the Lakeside theater. I remember my mother came and her being furious at my father for not having me home when I was supposed to be. She was wanting to take me home and I really wanted to see this movie. My tears and being so moved by the commercial that I could describe it to her in detail was what convinced her to let me stay and watch. In fact she waited in line with me while my father went to get us some food.
Once inside, as tired as was, I recall forcing myself to stay awake. I remember relating to Luke. Although I hadn't lost my parents, having them separated at such a young age, and not always seeing my father regularly, to a 6 year old its was kind of the same. When Obi-wan gives him his fathers lightsaber and he turned it on, I was wide awake and hooked for life. I remember going home, grabbing a flashlight, and making woosh sounds trying to describe what I saw to my mother. My Christmas list that year included The Deathstar play set with trash compactor, The Millennium Falcon, the cardboard sandcrawler that would suck up R2-D2 and of course the inflatable flashlight saber.
We have certainly come a long way from then, but it seems the more things change, the more they stay the same. I stood in line for episode one, and many of those memories flooded back to me. I never lost my love for sabers either obviously. Who could have guessed that a movie from our childhood could have such an impact on all of lives.