When I was a kid, we had a crappy beta vcr, and only 3 movies (2 of which were forbidden to me) so I would watch return of the jedi over and over again. It was bad enough that I could recite the whole movie from start to finish, but I also wanted to dress like luke, I would swing any stick I could find wildly and make lightsaber sounds, and despite being rather young, I did get my hands on my own crossbow. Ah, those were the days, when we didn't have the internet, and it took real skill to get a 175 lb crossbow into the hands of a 65 lb kid. It was only when someone explained to me that girls can't stand star wars nerds that I was able to break free.
Then again, looking back at my love life, that may have been a mistake.