It all started one summer day when my dad sat me down and watched the Star Wars trilogy when I was five years old in 1988. The following fall, in first grade, the teacher asked us what we wanted to be when we grew up. Answers were what you’d expect – doctor, lawyer, mommy – and then it was my turn. “X-Wing Pilot,” I answered, without hesitation. The teacher told me that wasn’t a real job and I should pick something real. Reluctantly, I murmured “Fighter pilot or astronaut then.” The other children were confused, the teacher raised an eyebrow and she moved on.
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