What You Don't Know About Me, Once I was in Love with Star Wars

I was a Star Wars junkie.  I was one of those weird kids who saw all the movies (the old ones, the classic ones) when they first came out.  I saw them many, many times.  I memorized all the dialogue.  I had Star Wars models, Star Wars jewelry, Star Wars recorss, an original Star Wars movie poster, but my favorite Star Wars possessions were my Star Wars action figures.  I had all of them -- even the Jawa and the Sandperson.  

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.