Written by Erica Rose Jackson I’m sitting here, twenty-nine years old, wondering what my earliest memory is. A lot of times, they tend to be more traumatic because bad memories stick better then good ones, but I’m trying to remember my earliest that didn’t involve tears. That’s not to say that I had a lot of memories where crying was involved, because I didn’t, but for this week’s blog, I want to focus on something happier. When I was five years old, my Uncle took me to see Star Wars: A New Hope when it was re-released in theaters, and I left the movie absolutely in love with it. I wanted to be Princess Leia and I was in love with Han Solo, which meant Harrison Ford as well. I was so into Ford that I would argue with my friends’ Moms over him. I was convinced, from the age of five until ten (when I discovered George Clooney), that I would win Harrison Ford if the situation ever presented itself.
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