If you are a member of Generation X (those born between 1965 and 1982), odds are that the original Star Wars trilogy figured prominently in your childhood. I was lucky enough to see Star Wars (not “Episode IV: A New Hope” - just plain old Star Wars)on the big screen at the tender age of seven, and it totally blew my mind. My life was forever changed that happy day, and a geek for life was born.
I bought every action figure, which my dog Rufus would chew up when I forgot to put them away (he ate three Greedos and two Hammerheads). I had a pair of Star Wars pajamas that I wore until they fell apart, sleeping upon my blue Star Wars bedsheets. I spent my allowance on wax-wrapped packs of Topps trading cards, frustrated to get yet another copy of card number 42 “Stormtroopers Attack!” I loved to draw pictures of X-wings and TIE fighters having battles in space, always making sure that the wings on Darth Vader’s ship were bent rather than straight. I went trick or treating one year as C-3PO in one of those plastic costumes they don’t make anymore, the kind with the ties in the back like hospital pajamas.
Image source Wil Wheaton (yes THAT Wil Wheaton)
Now I’m approaching 40, and my love for the movies has been sorely tested in recent years. Childhood dreams gave way to grown-up cynicism as George Lucas tinkered with the originals, and then presented us with a new trilogy that seemed to have no heart or soul - just a mindless parade of amazing digital effects. I learned the hard way what people mean when they say, “they just don’t make ‘em like they used to,” and I despair of that knowledge.
This wonderful little Flickr group, Growing Up Star Wars: 1977-1985 is the perfect antidote the Star Wars cynicism that has become the norm for so many fans like me. Take a few minutes to browse through these pictures, and remember. These are the golden years of fandom.
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