When I was six or seven years old, I was sitting in the living room, watching an episode of The Adventures of Pete & Pete. I watched far too much tv as a child, but at least it was good tv.
My parents were in the library, watching something I thought was boring and adult like, like A&E. Or the History Channel (before it was taken over by Aliens and Hitler). But then, I was called into their room, their boring adult hang-out space. “You’ll want to see this, I promise,” my father said. Being the overly obedient child I was, I turned off my most excellent show and settled into the library for whatever it was my parents wanted to show me. I had no hopes it was good and was, in fact, fairly annoyed at missing the end of my episode.
When the spaceship came across the screen, when the lightsabers slashed across one another, when R2-D2 made his beeps and boops and C-3PO understood him, I was absolutely enchanted. I was positively delighted. This was absolute magic at its finest. Even with commercials (as we were watching on WGN) I knew full well that this was a movie that had just changed my life. This Star Wars, this thing, my life, would never be the same.
I spent the next two nights watching Empire Strikes Back and Return of the Jedi, eager to see where this would go. My parents, who are useless for historical events (“Where were you for the moon landing” “…I don’t know, I think I saw it…maybe, it was college so like, who’s to say?” “ajgrphogpighrp!”) even knew and remembered the first time they saw Star Wars. Apparently THIS was enough of an event to sear into their memory.
I went to school on Monday, telling my friends about this movie, explaining to them what they’ve been missing in their lives. Luke, Han, Leia and their friends (and enemies – Helloooo Darth Vader and Grand Moff Tarkin) became regular fixtures in my life. I saw them every chance I got. Snow days became Star Wars Days. I became them every chance I got when playing or daydreaming.
These new movies let me visit my friends in new ways, see them in new stories I didn’t dream possible. It’s funny to think that even seeing Darth Vader again, is like catching up with a seriously evil, old friend that you didn’t realize you missed.
I grew up wanting to be Princess Leia. More importantly, I want to be a bit like Carrie Fisher. Smart, funny, strong and beautiful to boot, she was everything I hoped to be. A great writer, funny, witty, kind, intelligent, and beautiful to boot, who can’t say that she isn’t just ideal. But if I can be a little but like Princess Leia, that would be great. I want to lead a rebellion, be strong, and I think we all know that this is the time to do it.
Jam of the Day – Semisonic “Closing Time”