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fuckyeahlego:

found him in my drawer, and he sure brought back some good ‘ol memories

And damn, how I hated it. All my dolls were all locked up in a cupboard/cabinet I couldn’t reach. I’d always ask my mom to let me play with my dolls but she would instead dump a big plastic bag filled with Lego in front of me. And what I really hated was STEPPING ON A LEGO BRICK BAREFOOT.

I didn’t appreciate Lego until I grew up and realized how much it’s worth. I like playing with kids and I feel quite lucky cause I was able to play with genuine Lego bricks when I was a kid, not like those cheap big plastic blocks that breaks. Cause a Lego doesn’t break. Has anyone seen a broken Lego? / ever broken a Lego? No. *Read Sophie’s World by Jostein Gaarder for reference.* 

My mom and I found a box of old mismatched Lego and it really smells like cat urine (HA) and I think, if I have kids of my own, I’ll let them play with Lego too.