Legoland

I'm really, really sorry for the whole lego thing....

but here's the backstory:

I used to be very lonely within my own house, no one to talk to, play with, be around. everywhere i went i felt unneeded. so i went to my room when mommy kicked me off the videogames. i would play for hours and hours with legos, trying new things, always having great ideas but little execution.

i would try and try again, searching for new pieces or rearranging the ones i had, to make what i saw in my mind, till eventually i got so frustrated i would get depressed and not try to talk with anyone. i would sometimes cry because of how frustrated i would get.

i always wound up hurting my fingers from putting together and prying apart pieces. sometimes my hands would end up bleeding. most of the time i ended up smashing whatever it is that i made, feel useless, and go eat a snack.

my parents were always saying how good of an engineer i would become if i kept playing with legos, well here i am mom and dad, happy now?

Also, when we went to disney world when i was 7, i was really obsessed with going to legoland... our extent of the legoland visit was all of 20 minutes of our trip, mom said i could pick out one thing, so i picked on out from one of the many walls. i handed it to her, she gave me some candy and we left without it. i didnt remember it till later that night and i didnt have fun the rest of the trip.