I couldn’t tell you when I saw Star Wars for the first time. It was somewhere in my late single digits, while I was in Baltimore visiting my extended family with my parents and brother. My parents left my brother and me with my Uncle Wayne for the day while they were doing, well, whatever they were doing that day. It was long enough ago that I don’t remember and it really isn’t that important.
Wayne was a quiet man who commanded attention when he spoke, simply because he never said anything irrelevant. I never really got to know Wayne that well, but the first time I watched Star Wars was with him and my brother. It was just the three of us and, thinking back on it, I don’t think Wayne knew what to do with us. When in doubt, watch a movie. He started listing off some movies he had on VHS. When Wayne mentioned Star Wars my brother jumped up and said, “That one!” I wasn’t sold. I am a few years younger than my brother, and I saw a juicy cartoon flick in the pile calling my name, but my brother convinced me to watch Star Wars. His talk about spaceships and lasers caught my attention, and saying it was like The Last Starfighter, a favorite at the time, really sealed it.