I remember it like it was yesterday. I'm about 8 1/2 years old, coming off of a bad flu. It's Friday, meaning it's family movie night. Daddy got home from work kind of early that night, which was cool, considering he'd been training new clients all week. My mom slices the pizza and my little sister and I are instructed to bring blankets from our bedrooms downstairs to the family TV. We oblige, slightly confused. I can't help but notice that the projector that my dad was using for work is now sitting on our brown fold-out card table, hooked up to various cables and my dad's tiny laptop. We all sit on the basement floor, facing a plain white wall that forms the Eastern border of my house. My dad turns the lights off, and 30 blue letters form across the screen: "A long time ago in galaxy far, far, away...." And just like that I was brought into a galaxy that thrived on the Force, that was under an evil Empire and protected by fearless Jedi. I admired Pri...