When the Special Edition of Star Wars was released in 1997, my wife and I went to the cinema to see it. I hadn’t seen the film for a few years, and it seemed like a great opportunity to view it again on the big screen.
The opening music brought a tingle of delight.
And when the Star Destroyer appeared above us on the screen, got bigger and bigger, and just kept…on…coming, I realized I was sporting a huge, goofy grin of delight. I hadn’t expected this reaction. It took me back 20 years to when my brother first took me to see Star Wars on its original release, and for the following couple of hours I was that eight-year-old boy again, marveling in wonder as I watched something that became a part of history.
Neither that eight-year-old boy, nor the 28-year-old man who felt like a boy again, could have imagined that one day he would be playing in the Star Wars universe himself.