I was exactly two in 1977. It was in an old theater (probably mono soundtrack). I can hardly remember it. My parents were young (25 and 21ish), so they were into it too. I had no idea what we were going to see, but it was my first movie, so I didn't care much.

However, in the middle of the movie (I think during the cantina scene), I choked on a piece of hard candy. Being young parents and having your only child choking and unable to make things work like they should, they freaked out, took me to the lobby, held me upside down over a heating vent and beat on my back. Eventually, I threw up and the piece of candy escaped my throat's clutches.

They were reasonably paniced and just wanted to go home. While I was choking, I put up a pretty big tantrum... but not as big as the one I put up when they wanted to leave the theater. I was hooked. Stuck on Star Wars like the piece of whatever was stuck in my throat.

God, I love this movie.