I kept my Star Wars action figures until eight years ago. When my oldest daughter was five, she had this friend -- Albert -- who loved Star Wars. Whenever he came over he would play with my action figures. One day, I gave him my action figures. My kids couldn't care less about them, after all, and I had grown into a seemingly mature adult.
Flash forward to two years ago, the day Albert's mom gave me a little brown box with a letter. "Dear Margaret: Do you remember those Star Wars action figures you gave me? It turns out they are worth quite a lot! of money. I am returning to you the Jawa; it's the most valuable. It is worth $200. Your friend, Albert."
"What a sweet boy," I said. (And is that not the sweetest, most inspiring thing you've ever heard?) But -- lets' be honest -- what was I thinking? $200! For the Jawa! I had them all. Everyone. A complete set. Still, I kick myself.
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I'm trying to picture you playing with your little Star Wars action figures.
I guess you've always been drawn to mythology. Star Wars in grade school. Greek, Roman and other mythology as an adult.
What was the attraction for you?
Oh, guilty secrets! And all the dialogue? That's so darned cute.
Susan: My, aren't you perceptive? I'll have to think about that. I think that I learned at a young age that the world is a capricious place, and I think myths really paint that truth, but they also always seem to promise a hero. And who's not looking for a hero?
Altadenahiker...only you could be so bold. The Imperial Senate will not sit still for this. When they find out you've attacked a diplomatic mission...
don't be so high and might, Lea. There's a rumour about you and a certain pair of handcuffs...
And my word verification is "ovenizes". That's how I cook my turkey. I ovenizes it.
Do you have a Star Wars jewel incrusted sweater? Is Jawa on the e-bay chopping block as I type? Is Elron any relation to L. Ron? I can't stop
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