I could wax poetic about how my mother introduced me to Star Wars at a drive-in theater in 1977. I could draw lines from the great spectacle I saw on screen to my fascination with film. Or how I had to deduce in my young kind how this was happening in front of me on a large white canvas with colors and sounds and action and laughs that I couldn't fully conceive.
Circa 1980. Note the Boba Fett t-shirt I'm wearing. No, I don't have it any longer. Yes, I deeply regret that.
I could tell you how that experience hooked me into the medium of motion picture as a story telling device. I could blame my mother completely for this fixation. One that has washed through my life as an undercurrent until recently when I finally had the courage to get in the raft and ride the rapids with excitement and thrill.
Instead I will say this. Julia Pearl Stokes, this is your first of most likely several #thisiscrazylove2016 postings.
Thank you for your love, you encouragement and a whole lot of other stuff.