As I walked down the aisle I slammed on the breaks of my Chuck Taylor’s as I saw what would be the perfect gift for this 8-year-old kid. I stood there in awe looking up at a large cardboard box that contained the most “ultimate power in the universe," the Death Star!
One problem...I noticed on the she that there was only one Death Star playset. IT WAS THE LAST ONE! Oh man, I had to find Mom and I had to find her fast. I literally ran thru the aisles looking for her. Cereal aisle, nope. Electronics aisle, nope. Magazine aisle, nope. Christmas aisle, nope. I wondered, wherein the heck could she be? Like a light bulb breaking above my head, I realized that she was probably in the one dreaded aisle that I hated going in, the Women’s Undergarment aisle.
Ok fine, I would just have to be brave, ‘cause this was a matter of life and death. (Death Star that is) I ran thru that disgusting frilly aisle with hopes of finding her fast and there she was, with a handful of Legg’s eggs. Talking as fast as I could, I told her about the Death Star and that it was the only one on the shelf and that I just had to have it for Christmas. To my dismay, she acted like it was no big deal. NO BIG DEAL! Ug! Then she told me to go wait in the car, so she could finish her shopping.
With my head down, I was a dejected little boy as I shuffled to the car. I waited for an eternity in the cold car for Mom to get done. I happened to look back and saw Mom pushing the shopping cart and sure enough, I thought I saw what might be the box of the Death Star! She opened the back of the station wagon and told me to keep my head face front and no peaking. Right then I had an idea that I wasn’t going to be disappointed on Christmas. At least that's what I had hoped.
Let’s fast forward to Christmas eve where our family was sitting around a new plastic tree and I was eyeing a big wrapped up box with my name on it. Even though we were spending our first Christmas in a new house we still stuck to tradition and opened one present on Christmas eve. Since I’m the youngest, I got to open mine first. (If you look in the Guinness World Records, I’m probably listed in there as the fastest kid ever to rip off wrapping paper!) Sure enough, it was the Death Star playset, and even at age 8, I thought my life was already complete!
Instead of boring you with more memory stuff about all the exciting adventures I had with my new Death Star and about the time my older brother smashed it to bits, I'll just show you some recent photos I took of my Death Star playset. I snapped these the other day at my parents' house, the same house that was new in 1978. Few of the parts of this Death Star are from my original playset and thru the years I was able to pick up an original box and the missing pieces that were destroyed by my big brother.