I’m not saying I’m old, but I vividly remember watching Return of the Jedi in theaters as a wide-eyed kid, completely blown away by speeder bikes and Ewoks. From that moment on, Star Wars wasn’t just a movie series to me—it was the series. I begged my parents for the original trilogy on VHS and pretty much wore them out from non-stop rewatches. My room was a shrine to the galaxy far, far away : toys, books, posters, even the John Williams soundtrack on vinyl. Star Wars was life. Then the preque…