I remember the day when I saw Star Wars in the theater. I remember the day my friend skipped school to go and see The Empire Strikes Back on opening day. I remember having my fair share of Star Wars trading cards (forget baseball cards, movie cards was where it was at for me). Then of course, I wept when I read Special K's post. You see I came to the archives thing too late to have saved all that good stuff and the realization that there was money in memorabilia.
This was soon followed by a story on CNN (CNN? Really?) about those other must haves of my childhood, Wacky Packages. When my father moved out of the house I grew up in, my bedroom door was bedecked with a number of stickers, including several Wacky Packages stickers. I was momentarily tempted to take the door with me.
Then I watched with amusement, a child the same age as my son, explain Star Wars.
Today is the first day of school in New York state (always the Wednesday after Labor Day). Here in Maryland, where I live now, kids went back to school last week. I long for the days of not having to worry about things other than what my mother packed for my lunch and whether my homework was done. Some days, being a grownup ain't all it's cracked up to be. Wait, is that the bell from the ice cream man? I gotta go.