I am 6o years old. I started playing with Lego in my early teens, and my much younger brother started at the same time. We each had our own sets. A few years later it was suggested by my elders that I give my own Lego supply to my younger brother, as it was felt I had become too old for Lego. I had a lot of other stuff going on at the time, so I agreed to give my Lego to my brother. Before I gave him my sets, I neatly stacked all the pieces together, and then showed this to my elders, and then gave them to my brother. In a very short time, he had managed to lose a lot of the pieces, to break some, and to get some of them very dirty. I knew this would happen, I just don't know the how of it, because I was never very destructive with my toys, but my younger brother was always rough with his toys. Anyway, it's decades later, and about a year ago, my older brother was going thru some stuff in our father's summer home garage, to help declutter. He found a large bucket filled with the remains of my younger brother's and my Lego sets. My younger brother didn't want the Lego, but I took it, as it occurred to me that I could make useful things for my new apartment. I've actually made a few things out of the Lego supply since then, so it was a good idea to keep them.
I don't really have an interest in playing with Lego anymore, but making real stuff to use around my home is nice, and is a sort of fun and useful "crafty" activity.
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05 Feb 2020, 5:37 am
