This photo is deceiving because I didn't get all of that stuff in one haul. What you see was the entire Star Wars collection that I had been amassing for a year (though a great year I must say). I was presented with the Death Star on that Christmas morning of 78, and that evening I carted it back to my bedroom and set it up on the floor in the designated Star Wars section. It remained there on my carpet as the next two sequels hit theaters and the population of my Star Wars Land skyrocketed. Frequent play finally ceased about a year after Jedi left the cinema. At that point the toy became more of a display piece but it continued to be a highlight of my bedroom décor. In 1988 I gave my bedroom a complete teenage overhaul and the Death Star playset was re-boxed for the first time in roughly a decade. Soon I'll carry it in from the garage and set it up for my son.