My parents decided to rent Star Wars and show it to me when i was 6 or 7, and really don't remember what I thought about it. I also saw ESB and ROTJ, and, as a young kid, loved ROTJ the most. (It is now my least favorite of the trilogy--still a great movie though) All I really remember is that I thought ROTJ was the best. I loved the films--I know that. I liked playing with toy lightsabers, or watching the movies over again when I was bored. I saw the prequels, and loved them all---at first. As you probably know, I dislike them with a fierce passion now. But I had never really loved Star Wars nearly as much as I do now until two summers ago, when I went to visit some relatives with my mom in Chicago; my uncle was getting his P.h.D
We stayed at my other Uncle's house, and I had a lot of fun--it's a nice house, and my relatives are great. Thing is, my cousins are all twenty years older then me. My mom's closest sibling is seventeen years older than her. So I didn't really have anyone to hang out with, and when my mom was talking to all the adults, I kind of had to do my own thing. In the basement, my Uncle had a really big TV, and a good sound system, and a widescreen VHS set of the Star Wars Trilogy. I hadn't seen the movies in a long time---I think I thought I had grown out of them---or maybe I thought they were outdated in comparison to the prequels. Whatever the case, I wasn't eager when I popped Star Wars in; heck, I didn't really remember much of it. But then there was the opening crawl, and the first scene where Vader invades the rebel ship; and the first scenes on Tatooine. Within fifteen minutes, I was hooked like a fish. An hour and a half later, when my mom was telling me it was time for bed, I didn't even hear her; I was so into the movie. When it was over, I just wanted to pop in Empire Strikes Back and continue watching; but it was time for bed. The next day, we toured Chicago, went to a great Pizza place, and did lots of fun stuff, but I couldn't wait until we got back to the house and the adults started talking again, and I was free to go watch the next movie.
Yes, I was 12, quickly approaching 13. But at 12, I saw Star Wars for the first time, and fell in love with it like countless people half my age had in '77. I had seen it before; but not in the way I did now. I had had a rough year in sixth grade; horrible teachers, a horrible school, the whole nine yards of awfulness. The day sixth grade ended, we left for the trip to Chicago, and I didn't think anything could really chear me up; after all, I had to go back to school in three short months. But that vacation really cheered me up at a time when I needed nothing more than happyness in my life; and Star Wars a big part of it. I cherish memories of that one week trip above most vacation memories; yes, it was low-key and simple; but that's what I needed, and like I said, Star Wars contributed to it a lot. The point I'm trying to make is that Star Wars knows no age; 6 year olds loved it; and it helped out a 12 year old when he really needed it; right at the age where most kids forget about Star Wars. Star Wars still helps me when I've had a bad day; I just have to pop the DVD in, and get transported to a galaxy far, far away, and everything's better, if only for two hours.
Sorry if I rambled; I just wanted to tell that story, and make a point about the timelessness of Star Wars.