Or, I was Truly a

Today all those years ago I was still a whopping five years old. I would be six soon enough. Star Wars still played heavily on my mind and at that age I was Luke Skywalker. Ever since the summer before, I couldn't stop thinking about being part of that universe a long time ago in a galaxy far far away.

I can remember playing in the halls of a synagogue shooting StormTroopers as they were running after me. I made my own sound effects. One which my whole family remembers well. The hall way stretched towards a pair of doors further into the building and then retreated away into the opposite direction at the same angle. Both doors at the end of the hallways exited back outside. Apparently allowing a five year old child shoot, holler, and scream up and down a religious building was totally ok. Besides who would kidnap a five year old child, one that kidnappers would probably pay my father to take me back.

Only once during those times did I bother looking further into the building. To me it was just another day, even though I was told it was a special day. The only special day I ever attributed was by birthday, and those eight days I got to play with fire. The center doors had two windows that allowed me to look in without having to open them. It was filled with people staring at the stage. I glanced up in heartache as I saw my sister, my step-brother, step-mother, and father standing there. I wish I was there too, but only for a moment. The ting of regret subsided, after all I was saving my Dad and new Mom's wedding day from the StormTroopers and the evil Lord Vader.

Happy 36th Anniversary Mom and Dad. I love you both.

Thanks for Reading

Tnerb

Ps. They never did thank me.

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