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May 25, 1977
Congratulations, world. Here’s Star Wars!
I was too little to see the first Star Wars in the movie theater.
However, I did see The Empire Strikes Back when I was four years old at the movie theater in Mineola, Texas.
You may ask yourself how I can remember that.
I remember the details because yes, the movie was incredible, life changing, world opening. I mean, hello, it’s Star Wars.
But, I mainly remember it because of Darth Vader. Creepy, scary, asthmatic Darth Vader.
When you’re four, there’s not a whole lot of mystery about why you choose the characters you love. You love the ones that are amazing. And, to me, Darth Vader was AMAZING – Boom! Pow! Kazaam! …. right now I am hearing the music and seeing him in my mind’s eye as he walks down the corridor with his flowing, menancing black cape … cue the breathing …
NO, I AM YOUR FATHER
Check it, people. That’s the actual line.
But, when you’re four, you ad lib.
So, when I went to the bathroom by myself – because I was four and old enough to do that in the small movie theater of Mineola, Texas, while my mom waited in the lobby – and I came out in my frilly dress (old enough to go to the bathroom by myself, but not old enough to pick out my own clothes!) with my washed and dried hands and my ruffly panties on my head and the leg holes over each eye, you can forgive me that I ad libbed my line –
“Luke, I am your father!” breath, breath, breath, arms sticking straight out.
So, anyway, happy birthday Star Wars. Thanks for giving me Darth Vader.