Every single time I clean my room a little Lego piece shows up somewhere: under my bed, in my drawers, in my closet, and probably several have been sucked up by a vacuum cleaner. Even for the past five years I have had a Lego Star Wars ARC-170 bomber laying on my dresser. Legos are a way for me to express my imagination: they enable me to build what I want when I want. I have spent countless hours just tinkering with these plastic pieces and setting up storylines to go along with them. Slowly, however, my time for Legos has been going away, and today I mostly just watch other kids play with them when they happen to come over. But everytime two of those pieces come together a new found curiosity forms and I spend some time creating buildings
