The blissfull feeling that one gets from building
Lego.
There is the
joy of holding the new box of
Lego. A gentle shake provides that
all telling sound. This box contains
Lego! The
toy of my life, the
toy of my dreams, the
toy of creativity!
The box is held close to the face to inspect the detail of the kit. A quick flip and the corresponding
Lego tinkle to see what else can be built from the pieces in the box.
A
suitable workspace is located and cleared if necessary.
The box is gently opened in an effort to maintain its beauty. The
plastic bags of parts, instructions, and
general Lego propaganda are slid out onto the workspace. A quick over view of the parts bags is done, just to look for
new and interesting pieces.
Then the fun really begins.
The plastic bags are carefully ripped open and their contents dumped onto the workspace. Carefull now,
don't lose any on the floor. A quick sort by color or type and we're
ready to build.
Carefully open the instructions and give them a
quick overview. Hurry now, it's time to build.
Step one. I need four pieces. A little rooting through the
pile of lego. One piece. Search, search. Ah, pieces two and three. Search, search. Ah, piece four.
Layout piece number one. Piece number two?
(Click)
Number three?
(Click)
Number four?
(Click)
Ahhhhhhhhh.
Such sweet bliss.
Okay, onto step two.
The building continues. The
pace increases. Time becomes a blur. The mental disengages from the physical. You're a
Lego building machine. Give me an infinite suppy of bricks and I shall build you
wonders you cannot possibly comprehend.
Then the inevitable happens. Step N-5 of the build. Where's the piece I need? I am now in
Lego Hell. A frantic search of the available pieces. Where is it? I can't find the piece I need! How did I lose a piece already? Oh, there it is. Duh.
I feel stupid now. A complete freakout and there was no problem. Back to the build.
Step N. The last step. The last piece of
Lego clicks into place. The build is done. The model stands before you begging to be touched. You hoist the model in your hands. Well built. Solid. A quick
woosh for a space ship. A
zoom for a jet. A
varoom for a car perhaps.
The
joy of Lego past has returned if only for a brief time. Happy times are remembered. The pressures of
allegedly growing up are gone for a brief time. You're ten years old again and today is a
lego day.
The model is placed on the shelf to be admired by all. But you know the real story. The model is not on the shelf to be admired. The model is on the shelf so it can be
torn asunder and incorporated into your own
Lego creations.
The
Joy of Lego will return.