I should preface this story by explaining that my parents have always told me that I had a very vivid imagination as a child. They said I was always prone to flights of fancy and wild stories, even though I remember being a peculiarly practical child in my own way. Still, I’ve always figured they remembered things better than I did; so any time I had a memory that didn’t seem to make sense or to match up to the way the real world should work, I’ve just chalked it up to one of those “flights of fancy” and assumed it was my memories playing tricks on me. (You can imagine how vindicated I was when I finally saw the ‘Star Wars Holiday Special’…but I digress.)
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