Lego has always been an expensive toy. But I got a few of them when I was really young, and took a liking to them. My parents clued in, but couldn’t affort to go buy sets as a habit. Instead, my mother would scour the local yard sales and buy little bits here and there.
As a result, my collection has very few large sets, but a whole mess of random bricks.
I used to get lost in them for days on end. I’d find a theme; this time boats, next time spaceships, next time a bridge. And then I’d build until the carpet in my room was covered with little creations. Or big creations. They were my favourite toys. I’d lay awake at night, when my parents had insisted I go to bed, daydreaming of what I would build the next day.
None of the other kids were into it, and I pretty well kept quiet about it. But now I’m away at school, my collection back at my parents’ place. I made a good friend this year, who, it turns out, was and is really into Lego too. We’ve spent some nice hours reminiscing about the stuff, and even a solid day playing with his collection.
And I miss it. I miss the carefree days of sitting on the floor, building and imagining, all by myself. I miss the wonder, the the excitement, the deep thought that went into it. I miss how it used to let me clear my head and think about things while I played. I miss how it was one of the very few things that could cause me to just plain relax and be me. And I miss the work, the thought, the accomplishment, and the satisfaction all wrapped up in a creation that few knew about and no one appreciated but me.
I found some Lego on the side of the road the other day. Three little bricks that had been thrown out with the trash- I actually had to pick at a ripped-open garbage back to retrieve two of them. I washed them up, and now they sit on top of my computer. Every now and then I take them down and pull them apart and put them together in a differnet arrangement. They’re still relaxing, still good for dissolving my distractions and letting me think.
Thanks Mom, Dad, and Grandma for introducing me to those bricks way back when. Thanks for noticing how much I liked them. And thanks, too, to my new friend here at school. It’s nice when you can share your interests with someone. You fit the bill marvelously.
-wolfstu, who is sometimes grateful for the anonymity the Board affords.