One of my earliest memories is of being taken to see Star Wars (or, as the younger fans have come to know it “A New Hope” – bah) aged 3 by my eldest sister. It was my first ever cinema trip, and the combination of a big screen with the incredible world and characters on display made this a defining and formative experience for me. I was hooked then for life, and the saga’s tale of good against evil has informed me in many ways since.
So when I became a father, I naturally took every opportunity to try and share my enthusiasm for this far away galaxy with my children – starting with my eldest daughter, Fizz. When tasked with buying her first teddy bear, she actually got a plush ewok. First opportunity I had, I put the films on – hoping she’d take them close to heart too.
Fortunately for me, she did. And last year, for the first time, we got to go and see a NEW Star Wars movie together for the first time. She loved it – taking immediately to the character Rey, asking for figures and costumes. Not so my much my little princess as my little space hero. I can now imagine what it must have been like for my family, taking an excited little boy to be immersed in this wonderful galaxy.
Now Rogue One: A Star Wars Story is upon us and I’m preparing to take her again now. We have our matching shirts from Sgt Smith and neither one can wait. However, as I write this I’m a little nervous, having already seen the movie last night at midnight (well, as I say – I AM quite a fan). The new film is a brilliant work, but a very dark and downbeat film – far more ‘grown-up’ than other Star Wars movies. However, I’ll be there with her when she needs hugs, will answer any questions she has, and I’m sure she’ll love it.
Because, y’know, the force is strong in my family… 😉