Like a lot of friends my age, Star Wars was transformative. I remember we were having dinner with my neighbors at a restaurant, and my neighbor asked my dad if we had seen Star Wars yet.
“No,” said my dad.
“You must take Jimmy! It’s full of space stuff, like NASA.”
So, my dad took me. It was summer, and when we left the theater, the world seemed dim somehow. I wanted to get back into that other world where people had laser swords and could move stuff with their minds.
I drew this picture when we got home, trying to capture the film as though it were a fading dream. I need not have worried, however. I saved my lawn mowing money and went to see it every chance I could after that day.
