I was around five years old when I received a phone call from a friend from my preschool telling me I should go see (the original) Star Wars. As he was also five, the call lasted maybe all of two minutes. Ha.
My parents thought it was adorable and took me to see the film that weekend.
A few days before that amazing event, while at a department store with my dad, I was allowed to pick out a Star Wars figure. I chose C-3PO because, hey, he was bright and shiny with a cool circle-design on his chest ... and I was just sure he also flew around and shot laser beams out of his arms.
Well, C-3PO might have been a disappointment, but the movie was mind-blowing!
Shortly after that, I started receiving a bunch of SW toys and comic books. Oh, how I ADORED those Marvel comics... The mom still talks about how she could get me to stay still (and quiet) by dumping a bunch of new comics on the floor.
And while I don't have any kids of my own yet? I made **** sure to introduce my niece to Star Wars as soon as she could look at a TV. She's just about to turn 13, and we had the pleasure of seeing The Force Awakens over the summer - her first Star Wars movie theater experience. Good times.