10 Shameful Admissions About My Love of Star Wars
Some of these things were done when I was 10. Some of them I still do.
In 4th grade I bought a stack of Star Wars bubble gum cards from Paul Gomez for $5. My mother would've killed me if she'd known I spent that kind of money for something so stupid.
I put those trading cards into sequential order and then flipped through them as I listened to "The Story of Star Wars" on my record player. That was the closest thing to a VCR back in 1977.
I used to wear a hooded sweatshirt to school, not because it was cold but because I like to pretend it was a Jedi's cloak when I would take it on and off.
If my child were a boy, I had planned to name him Harrison.
I didn't hate the prequels.
In fact Revenge of the Sith is one of my favorite movies of the past 20 years. Top five, even.
Anytime I approach an automatic sliding door I wave my hand like I'm force-opening it.
I own a replica lightsaber that I paid more than $100 for.
Actually, I own three lightsabers.
I went to see the movie Hanover Street , a romantic drama set in WWII . When I was eleven. Because Harrison Ford was in it.