A Long Time Ago…

19 years, 4 months and 20 days ago to be exact. It was Christmas Day 2004. This gigantic box arrived at my doorstep, and I was instructed not to open it until that day.

Now, a few months prior, my parents had asked what I wanted for a present. I answered, never expecting that they would take it seriously. “I want a Stormtrooper uniform. Here’s the information for some guy in California who sells them. It doesn’t come with boots, so I’ll need to find a pair.” I think it sold for something like $600 back then. I really didn’t expect I’d actually get it. Then, I opened the box and saw all these white pieces of armor and a thick instruction book. It was love at first sight.

I was immediately transported to 1978. My mind went to memories of playing with the Kenner Action Figures. While everyone would always play with Luke or Han, I would have my Stormtrooper. I recollect calling him “Stormy” and he was a spy. He would save the day by alerting the Rebels of the impending attacks. Sure, Luke would figure out a defense to give everyone time to flee, but it was always based on Stormy’s intel. His superpower was recon. He’d easily infiltrate the Imperials, collect the plans and leave without suspicion because he looked like everyone else wearing that uniform. Stormy was the real hero.

Now, I was looking at a uniform that I could wear! I don’t remember. I may have let out a couple “PEW! PEW!” sounds while unpacking the box. Then, I gathered all the pieces and put them back into the box. It sat for a few days while I mustered up the courage to start assembling. I had been scared to start until I had more knowledge. I didn’t want to screw it up. It took me around two weeks to get it fully completed. I’d do a couple steps and put it aside until I felt confident enough to “Move along.”

Then, the day came when I could try it all on. The dive suit and boots had arrived. Everything sat in front of me, and I started putting it on piece by piece until everything was in place. I felt like how it was when I was a Senior in high school wearing the mascot costume. This surge of confidence, anonymity and freedom pulsing through my body. I was now Stormy. But I needed a new name. You can call me… TK. AmericanTK