If my galaxy had something like the Department of Child Services, my brothers and I would have been taken away from our parents when we were tiny because we kept getting kidnapped because they're too important/busy saving the galaxy. Oh, and I didn't live with them till I was two, and I feel like I was raised by a droid, a Wookiee and a nanny.

BUT I WAS GOOD and got over my "Mom was too busy for her kids" issues... only to end up with all her workaholic tendencies. Oops.

...Should I have left it at "I'm half-Skywalker"?