I was seven when I saw Star Wars in 1977.
I think that’s the best age to introduce a child to that level of fantasy.
I was beginning to become cynical. I had already deduced where Christmas presents and babies came from but this fully restored the pilot light of wonder that Time Lord from Gallifrey had been tending to up until that point.
The bathroom sink was still the Tardis console but climbing on the bath and loo was my switching off the tractor beam (it would later be a certain Bespin gantry).
It’s suprising I didn’t break my neck.