When I was small, things were great. I got to sit at home all day, playing with my Darth Vader action figures and sleeping whenever I feel like it. But then, my mom found out I was Force-sensitive. This is how it happened:
I was sitting in my room, minding my own business. Typical.
I was playing with my toy speeders, running them around on the floor like they were racing, and I was making two of them go neck and neck to the finish line.
One of them I wanted to zip ahead and win at the last second, but I couldn't reach it from where I was sitting. I was really focusing on trying to grab it.
Of course, mom came in and asked if I wanted juice, and then, that stupid toy speeder went flying across the finish line without me touching it.
Mom got really excited. She took me to Uncle Luke's house the next day. I used to like Uncle Luke. But that was before I found out that he blew up the Death Star! I mean, it's like he has zero appreciation for Grandpa!
He did this whole test thing with me, and got really excited when I "passed" it.
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