I was 12 when the original Star Wars came out, and I fell hard for the world that George Lucas created. That summer and the following school year, a close group of friends and I lived Star Wars, quite literally. In a time where Dungeons and Dragons was all the rage, we had spaceships and wookiees. We took our fandom seriously.
We wrote stories, and acted out scenes, and generally found ways to relate most of our waking moments to the movie in some way. It was fun escapism, and where I first began to write for pleasure. Of course, children are fickle and we all found something else to be interested in by January of the following year.
But Lucas is no fool. He gave us The Empire Strikes Back - the best of the series, in my opinion, and three years after that, Return of the Jedi. By Jedi, my love for Star Wars was nostalgic. Although I admit to being caught up in the pre-Prequel enthusiasm, and the post EI letdown, I felt a distinct sadness when the last of the prequels was over. No more movies. No more chances for Lucas to redeem himself of the prequels and bring back the Star Wars we purists love.
Even though it's been *gasp* four years since the last of the prequels, my love of Star Wars hasn't been sublimated this time. It still peeks out every week in my Feel the Force Friday posts.