Apparently I only post once a month, I will def. change this.
With my creativity as a child, I should have been an engineer in college. But that probably would have required me to be better at math, including taking the 20 series and I'd probably be crying right now. My head barely wrapped around the idea of vectors in 10C and I barely passed that class, but then again I never really did the homework. The only time I've done really well in math was when I do the homework everyday, thank you Rodarte for AP Calculus AB and my A both semesters, and the 5 I got on the AP test.
I still have all of my Legos though. They're sitting in about 5 different IKEA bins in my brother's room. The last time I played with them was with him about a year ago. How depressing is that. I have all the time in the world to go out, play outside, watch TV, movies, play Xbox...but I can't step 5 steps to my brother's room and dump all the Legos out just to tinker around with them. My specialty? Making vehicles. Cars with 20 wheels? Check. Airplanes with multiple wings? Oh hell yea. My mind would wander all the time with giant creations and they kept getting more elaborate as I went along.
My first set ever was a $50 one my parents got me that was a gas station. The gas station was called "Octane" and it featured multiple pumps, flowers in the grass next to it, small cars, tons of workers, and glass paneling for a windowed-ceiling. Sick right? I built it in a day, then tore it all down the next. From there, I got a few Star Wars sets, and other kinds here and there. Now I have those giant bins of Legos, with almost every piece imaginable. And they're all still in amazing quality, sans the few that I had to use my teeth to separate apart whoops.
Apart from that, my other favorite toy set were my Hot Wheels. In Japan, there's a set made by Tyco that feature working doors, trunks, hoods, and all parts are nice quality metal. My mom would blow a huge portion of her pay check just to support my car fetish. Haha. And I'd line them up like a parking lot complete with a cement mixer, bulldozer, 4Runner, police cars, ambulances, everything you'd expect in a city. Then Costco sold rugs that had roads and parking lots and I became obsessed with it, leaving cars in their parking spots overnight. When my parents would check up on my at night to make sure I was asleep, it was guaranteed they'd step on the cars or Legos. I'm sorry for all the pain I caused as a kid, sorry.
Then I got my brother involved with the Legos. At first, because he was young, he sucked balls. Honestly, his creations were so terrible I'd tear them apart because he was using up my good pieces. Ugh, terrible child I was. Then he got a stroke of genius, probably because he's left-handed and somewhat artsy, and then his creations were amazing. So much that I wanted him to take pictures and send to them to Lego Magazine hoping that his creations would enter their contests. He'd even make elaborate things and give them to my dad for his birthdays. That lasted a few years. My dad loved them so much that he'd keep finished models, collecting layers of dust, in his office for months.
Today I asked Katie, because she said she has a good memory, what her first memory of life was ever. Me with my poor memory, I can't even remember what her answer was, whoops. But she brought up the thing about how you can "remember" things when you've seen a photograph of it later on, and you're somewhat refreshed about what happened. For me, the refreshing picture is me playing with those arm exercise bands. However, my first few memories of childhood involve a BRIGHTLY colored set of Lego-like toys. There were neon green parts for wings, and such and I think my mom spent a big chunk of her paycheck for me for that set. Thanks mommy, love ya.
Song of the day: Jamie Foxx | Blame It
