They were quite mesmerizing, really, the kind of flying wonders a child could not glance at without imagining the bold brass Star Wars fanfare. Of course, I was not limited to just spaceships; although my first works consisted of cars, trains, and other relatively basic creations, I eventually acquired the expertise to even recreate the Empire State Building. To my ten-year-old self, the fact that my (comparable tiny) models were made of molded blocks of plastic rather than steel and glass did not diminish my achievement in the least. In elementary school, my room was dedicated to LEGOs. Stepping over its threshold transported me into a world of nearly infinite possibilities; with
LEGOs, I could make almost anything. On …show more content…
In the vicinity, Hogwarts and the Black Pearl, emanating magic and mystery, stood adjacent to a fully functional roller coaster. High on a shelf above rested an entire fleet of spacecrafts, poised as if ready to launch into the heavens at any moment. I was particularly fond of imagining myself in one of those spaceships, soaring so high that the earth became a beautiful marble.
After school, I would sometimes kneel for hours, sifting through thousands of pieces to find the perfect one for each step of my construction. I didn't really play with my completed works; instead, I set them aside for my personal admiration. Every once in a while, I would stop and gaze at them, amazed by how such unremarkable plastic blocks could form something so powerfully breathtaking. Fast forward seven years.
My medieval town is buried under so much dust that it resembles Pompeii. My skyscrapers were destroyed long ago when one of my planes crash landed.
Memories of the glorious, golden armada I was once so proud of lay submerged under the ever-increasing depth of schoolwork, only resurfacing during rare discoveries of a piece of space debris in the vacuum