This photo had been lying on my dresser for a while. It was one of the photos I was going to use for my baby portrait for the grad section of the yearbook. The other day, I took a closer look at it when I noticed something. One of the gifts I got that year was a lego block table, something that was a big part of my childhood.

When I was a child, I was fascinated by lego. I could make anything and everything out of it. And as I remember it, it was my only creative outlet. Sure, I did some drawing too, but nothing could compare to the sheer fun of sticking together lego blocks, and making some crazy house or castle. Since lego was essentially my best friend, that table was a blessing. I spent countless hours building things on that table to the point that I probably used it more than my bed. The table was my canvas, and lego was my paintbrush.

Now for those who may be wondering what a lego block table is, if you were to imagine a yellow plastic table with a lego baseplate on the surface, then you would have my trusty block table. It also had a place where I could store all the lego pieces, so I wouldn’t have to go digging in the bucket. Yes, my parents loved me so much that they wanted to spare me all that trouble. Maybe.

My block table wasn’t just used for lego though. It was an exceptionally versatile table because well, it was still a table. I can still remember some of the times where I used it as a surface to eat, write, draw, etc. I think at the time, I was just so attached to it that I wanted to do everything on it. Pretty normal for a kid growing up I guess.

As I got older, lego started to lose its appeal. I started opting to watch television, hop on the computer, play video games, etc. I gradually dropped my love for it until I no longer had any sort of affiliation with it. As that happened, the table started losing its importance as well. From being my deluxe workstation, the table eventually became that random space hogging piece of shit. So like most things that become “useless”, it got thrown out. Who knows where it is now. All I know is that I miss it. What a shame, huh?

It’s true when they say that a picture is worth more than a thousand words.

Tags: Childhood, Lego
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