So I kind of missed the boat on Star Wars; the last movie came out when I was five years old, so my favorite movie—the one that really made an impact on me—as a kid was Ghostbusters. Thus, while I liked the trilogy, there was always this emotional distance, and by the time the prequels came out, I gave less of a shyt than I did when I was a little kid.
Anyway, in 1989 I saw Ghostbusters II; if I could point to one moment where my childhood ended, it was that day. I figured it was best to love the original, and to completely avoid trying to recapture the magic, recapture the wonder of childhood in re: sequels, video games, etc.
Even though GB2 was terrible, I was blessed in that it taught me this lesson in one fell swoop, rather than slowly fukking with my psyche and emotions the way SW does to some people.