Lego My Memory
May 17, 2011 § 8 Comments
Along with purging Daughter’s room and cleaning out the closets came a virtual treasure trove of Lego.
Pictured is about half of it. There are buckets worth of coloured bricks and various pieces, all mismatched and dusty. I tried really hard not to think about how much we paid for all of it…I mean, seriously…that shit’s expensive.
I’m still not yet sure what I want to do with it all but the idea in the lead is to give most of it to a friend’s son. In any case, the lot needs to be cleaned and sorted.
So while I’m doing that…washing and drying and sorting…I’m also remembering. Sweet memories of building imaginary places, the hours spent sorting sizes and colours for just the right look and of laughing ourselves silly as we crashed it all down.
I was just looking to be nice and not give away dust laden toys. I wasn’t counting on the emotional attachment. I mean really, it’s just Lego for goodness sake.