|Are you implying I'm old?|
I was 3.5, living in Bountiful, Utah and my parents took me to see Star Wars on opening weekend. There was no “A New Hope” at that point. It was simply Star Wars and all the literature and media coverage at the time will confirm that for you. That’s not really important, unless you’re on a tearing rant about George Lucas.
Because of the social structure of the Salt Lake City valley, my parents took me to the theater on Sunday and walked right in, only pausing to buy tickets. Lines that had been out the door and around the block the previous night had evaporated Sunday morning.
Huzzah for cultural Mormonism!
I do not remember watching the movie, as I do later films. I remember the sense of wonder and fantasy that the movie created. I remember, quite simply, loving it. My parents, clever folks that they are, picked up on this and in short order Star Wars themed merchandise began to appear. Sheets, action figures, ships, etc. My mother (if I recall correctly) cut out the Time article about the movie, which came with tons of movie images, and taped them to my bedroom wall.
I’m sure I drove them nuts with Star Wars this and Star Wars that—as only an imagination-driven three year old can.
I am not, currently, a Star Wars nut. I enjoy the films, the books, the culture. But I found Star Trek much more to my liking, and—sin of sins—fantasy far superior.
But you can’t really forget your first, the one that instilled in you a passion and desire you didn’t even know existed. At 3.5, being shown what is easily the seminal science fiction film, it certainly has an impact. And like Lucas or love him or hate him or tolerate him, you have to give it up to Star Wars.
Many of us would not be who we are today.