Yesterday my friend Toby Simpson gave me a huge box of his childhood Lego. My grandparents had a huge collection of Lego that I got to play with when I was growing up, but it was mostly made up of the standard bricks. You really had to dig to find accessories like people, windows, and doors, let alone pieces that hadn't been gnawed on by family pets throughout the years. But I still spent hours meticulously constructing buildings filled with tiny furniture.
Besides all the fun accessories, the best part of Toby's collection is that his dad (a retired archivist) has also spent hours painstakingly organizing the pieces and booklets into plastic bags, my favourite of which is dedicated to a few miniscule gold coins, goblets, and a treasure map.
Maddie's still a little young for Lego, but I'm pretty excited for her to
play with it when she's got a better handle on those fine motor skills. Mr. Simpson, I really appreciate the time and effort that went into this system. I'm going to do my best to keep it that way, but I have a feeling that's also a pretty ambitious endeavour.
