My first interaction with LEGOs was accidental. I was rooting around in the basement looking for something to play with when I struck gold. A discarded handful of my older sister’s LEGOs. I knew from watching her that you stick them together. Then you pull them apart.
I couldn’t pull them apart. The pieces were too tiny. I smacked them on the floor. I stepped on them. I even tried using my teeth. But no luck. Frustrated I dropped them and never looked back.
I did end up getting some age appropriate Mega Blocks. They were big. They came in a big yellow bucket. They never got stuck. I loved them. They were my constant companion until I outgrew them and discovered Play Dough.
When I met Doug I learned that LEGOs were a thing. Like Star Wars and Doctor Who. I had no idea!
He proudly showed off his collection. The Death Star, Super Star Destroyer, and R2D2 just to name a few. He introduced me to the separator tool! Life changer.
I started adding to his collection. At first it was just presents for him. Then it became presents for me. My first set was a small Doctor Who TARDIS. I moved on to the Christmas toy shop to put under my tree. Then The Simpson’s House and Kwik-E-Mart.
These days I Netflix and LEGO. It’s therapeutic. I hum to myself as I hunt and peck for my pieces. I concentrate only on the task at hand.
Doug and I build together. I help him find pieces. He fixes my mistakes. He does all of the bag ones. I do all of the bag twos. Together we have built an impressive collection. I wouldn’t say it’s massive, although some of the pieces are.
As much as I have grown to love the little pieces, I secretly long to have the bigger ones. The child friendly size. The DUPLO kind. To share our love of building with our wee little builder.
This is a response post to today’s Daily Prompt: Massive