The original Star Wars trilogy….
I remember bringing home each of the three movies from the local Blockbuster for the first time. I remember unwrapping the box set for Chrismas from Santa. I remember the first Star Wars toy I received; Boba Fett (a reward for being a good boy while getting teeth pulled). I definitely remember wearing out the tapes from playing them every single day after school. Heck, I can pretty much quote the entire trilogy word for word.
Each and every Star Wars figure and ship I own, I can recall the name, where/how I got it, and their roll in my imagination. I can put each of their blasters or missiles on the correct characters and in the correct ships. I got my first stitches making a helmet for a storm trooper and I learned how to prioritize and save for my wants… or at eight, my needs.
I absorbed anything and everything Star Wars… it was my life.
Much to my parents anguish at the time, even some of my near death anaphylaxis stories can be linked with the original trilogy in some way. My favourite story is how I got Chewbacca. I was eight and had ingested a rather large amount of dairy. The doctor was standing next to me as I sat there jacked on epinephrine. He said I had to drink liquid charcoal to make myself “un-ingest” said dairy. There was nooooo way I was drinking it after the first disgustingly thick sip hit my tongue. In typical Star Wars obsessed fashion, I told them I would drink the horrid black liquid if, and only if, I could have Chewbacca. He was next on my list of characters I needed to fulfil my imagination and playtime requirements after all. Of course what parent wouldn’t say yes to whatever silly demands came out of their dying child… You can bet to this day, Chewy sits on my desk; a reminder of my dying extortion at eight years old.
This is the world as I saw it a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away….