I want to sit there and play with them. Create elaborate worlds. Have crazy car crashes, recreate die hard, and have plane crashes and other nutty things.
The sad part is I'm in my 30s.
I want to sit there and play with them. Create elaborate worlds. Have crazy car crashes, recreate die hard, and have plane crashes and other nutty things.
The sad part is I'm in my 30s.
The sad part is, many who are in their 30s, forgot how to play and have fun.
For some, there is no deeper meaning to be found.
At that point, you can either choose to sit and do nothing (die), or engage and play (live). Since the choice is meaningless anyway, you might as well follow the path that gives you happiness. Life is simply more pleasant that way. Along this road lies the pleasure of enjoying things as you did when you were a child, while also uncovering and solving new mysteries (as you did as a child).
I'm 50 but I've got an eight-years old daughter. So this week-end we're building the Lego Ducati Panigale bike (bought new) and we also ordered two used Lego "elves" sets.
My daughter is really into Lego.
And it's a blast from the past to see her play with my very own original space sets from the seventies (I think they're from the seventies).
So yeah: having a kid (or niece/nephew) is the perfect excuse to play Lego again!
Fun to make and all but limited "replay value". It's a different kind of satisfaction.