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When I was seven or eight, my best friend invited me to go on a camping trip. His dad had just gotten a truck camper and was excited to try it out. It was a Cascade in all its ’70s glory: offwhite exterior with “wood” stripes, wood-paneled interior, dark floral print on the dinette cushions, and the quintessential avocado-green stove. Though it could sleep four, my friend’s dad made us set up a tent outside. He assumed—correctly, as it turned out—that two seven-year-olds would stay up late into the night chattering excitedly about Star Wars. (As someone who saw the first-run original print in a theater, I can assure you that Han shot first.)
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