It's. I'm celebrating by taking a look back through time at my collection of oddball "Star Trek" props and memorabilia excavated during a recent spring cleaning.
"Star Trek" was a bunch of television shows. It was a bunch of movies. It was also a lot more than that to me. I first became fascinated with "Star Trek" through watching reruns in the afternoons when I was in fourth grade.
I was a shy, quiet child, but suddenly I wanted to become either an astronaut or an actor, whatever would get me closest to the Enterprise the fastest.
While divorced parental politics swirled around the family, I found comfort in trying to be as Vulcan and removed from all that emotion as possible. The "Star Trek" world of faraway planets and alien species was a much happier place to spend my mental time.
Over the years, I collected a few "Trek" items. I wore a movie-style "Star Trek" insignia on my jacket throughout middle school. I created a communicator out of Legos. I pored over the pages of the "Star Fleet Technical Manual" and pretended to be a Star Fleet cadet in training.
My best friend in middle school gave me a Mego Enterprise bridge playset found at a relative's house. (Thank you, Cybil!) I was never big on action figures, but this set from the mid-1970s is undeniably cool, even to this day.
More recently, I couldn't resist buying an old Vulcan IDIC pendant at a thrift store. A few years back, my band made our own Uhura costumes for Halloween. We sewed together more than a dozen tribbles to hand out to friends and strangers.
I no longer have all of the original "Star Trek" TV shows memorized. I don't wear my uniform insignia anymore. I even donated my plastic phaser prop to the local Goodwill.
There are a few things I can't quite let go of. I'm keeping the technical manual and the playset. I'm also keeping the love for a universe that helped an awkward kid make it through some awkward years. Thank you, Mr. Spock, you were a good role model.