LEGO® Story #7
My LEGO® story is a relatively short one. It began a year ago when I met the love of my life.
Having never really been interested in LEGO® except from a few of those big green bricks when I was a child, I remember walking into his tiny apartment and seeing the giant Star Wars Millennium Falcon taking pride of place in the living room as clear as day. I immediately walked over to it, reaching out. ‘Don’t touch it’ he said.
I’ll be honest, at the time I didn’t understand the fuss over LEGO®. It’s just a toy, right?
Although I never got a knack for doing LEGO® myself, it makes me happy watching him get excited over a new release or building the newly-arrived set.
I’ve been on my hands and knees countless times looking for a missing piece, lifting furniture up, checking the hoover. LEGO® has been scattered over every possible surface in the house with dishes, trays, plates, and bowls being used to sort each bag.
I smile when he gets a new set and opens the box for the first time proudly showing me the shiny manual. I too feel calm when he’s doing LEGO® to distract his mind, knowing he is safe and looking after himself.
Over time I’ve evolved to see LEGO® for what it truly is.
Something that brings calmness and joy when everything is turbulent around you. A moment of peace and structure in uncertainty.
I’m looking forward to continuing my LEGO® story, albeit through someone else.
Renay – London, United Kingdom
Renay, I identify with your story as for me , I did not have a love for Lego, but witnessed the love and joy of others playing with it. Thanks for sharing!