I begged to stay up late to watch each episode in this three part miniseries. Nine years old, and I'd read all the Roddenberry I could get my hands on, every bit of sci-fi actually. Herbert, Asimov, Heinlein, Niven. I wish I'd been exposed to more diverse authorship, but I basically took Barlowe's Guide to Extraterrestrials and used the source index as my reading list. I've gone back and read some of it. Granted, I was reading above my level, but I've gotta admit, a good deal of it was utter shite.
I wasn't meant for this time. Was meant for the future.