Okay, okay. I have had this in my head for SUCH a long time, so I NEED to get it out here! Don't own Star Wars, so don't sue me if it turns out horribly.
"Come on, Anakin. I have something to show you," Shmi told the six-year-old she was holding by the hand. "But it's a family secret, so you can't tell anyone."
The little boy nodded. He loved secrets. "Okay, Mommy."
The two walked over to the wall in their small slave home. Shmi quietly pressed a button - hidden in a crack and coded to her DNA, thank you very much - and a sandstone panel slid itself into a gap in the surrounding wall. The mother and son walked through the doorway into an elevator. The wall closed behind them and the sensation of going downwards tickled their stomachs. After what seemed like an instant, the doors opened again, revealing an extensive room with an incredible amount of lab equipment.
"Here it is, Anakin."
Anakin gasped in absolute delight. This place was amazing! He could see beakers, needles, mechanical parts, packets of mystery substances...everything the mad scientist would ever need.
"Do you like it?"
"Yes! I love it!"
Shmi smiled, ever the kind mother, and kissed her son on the forehead. "I'm glad. Come, there are so many things I must show you..."