I think I first learned of Star Wars when a kid in Grade 4 named Bruce asked me if I'd seen it yet. Not only hadn't I seen it, I had no idea what he was talking about. Before too long, everybody had seen it, and so I tried to convince my mother to take me.
It took some convincing, but my mom finally spoke to one of my aunts, who suggested that they take my siblings and me, along with my cousins, to see it. We went to the old Odeon Theatre on Bloor Street West, getting there with plenty of time to spare.
It was rather late during the theatrical run, so the theatre wasn't packed. I sat beside my cousin Vicky. At one point I heard a disturbance to my right (my brother knocking my sister's popcorn out of her hands, after blaming her for dropping his).
Once the movie started, we were all rather into it. None of us had ever seen anything like it. I remember my mother trying to shield my 4 year-old sister's eyes from the sight of Uncle Owen's smoldering corpse. And yep, Han shot first.
I owned a few Star Wars action figures, mostly acquired through trading, but never became a fanatic. We got my parents to buy us the John Williams soundtrack, and I would read the Star Wars storybook while listening to the soundtrack.
I saw the re-release in 1997, and also episodes I-III when they came out, but I've yet to see episodes VII-IX (perhaps I'll see them all, back to back, one day). I also enjoyed Rogue One (2016) when it was released, but didn't see Solo (2018), either.
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