I'm not the only one with memories of a childhood filled with Star Wars moments and after seeing Episode III again last night, I can't help but reminisce. I remember when...

I asked my mom over and over if she could fix my too-short hair into the style of my favorite princess. She braided and twisted my pigtails into two neat 'buns', though they were usually more the size of cupcakes.

It would snow hard and for days on end. We'd rush to the corner lot where plows pushed the fallen snow into giant mounds, 10 feet high they seemed. And I would dig my trench, and hide in waiting. And then the ground shook. The Empire had landed. The Walkers were on their way.

It was the night before Halloween and the costume prepared by my grandma was laid out neatly on my bed. Slightly scuffed white shoes, exquisite white dress, improvised silver belt, warm underwear (always cold on Halloween), rubberbands, bobbypins, hairspray, and lots of mom's makeup. Next to it all, a photograph of a perfect galactic princess.

I peddled my bike as fast as I could up and down the block, ducking beneath low-hanging treebranches, my laser gun drawn, bikerscouts on my left and right. Nagle Street became Endor for a day.

On more than one occassion, an oversized cardboard box served as the cockpit of the Millenium Falcon. With a teddy bear in the co-pilot seat, I watched the approaching X-wings through the window cut with dull scissors.

What do you remember?