My legos are still in the closet in my old room at my mom's house. I haven't lived there permanently for 1.5 decades.
As a child, I loved lego.
My grandma still had all the legos from my father and uncle, and they were awesome because they had no specific parts and you coud build whatever you wanted. Of course, the only moving parts where wheels...
But you could build much more awesome cars with it than pictured. My brother and I experimented a lot, trying to built a cart that could go down the stair rails at our grandmother's. we never managed, it always fell apart at the second turn.
My dad gifted me blacktron and m-tron sets, which he build with me. While he did it, he was patient, let me work out the instructions, didn't push me, just helped me along a litte.
Thank you for this thread, OP. It gave me positive memories of my brother and my father. Most of the time, my father did not treat me all to well and used to put me down a lot. Grabbed me in the neck and shook me for running down the stairs, ridiculed me whenever I failed at something, got angry at me when I was bad at football when he tried to teach me, got angry at me when I didn't learn cycling fast enough, got angry at me when I walked past the screen when he watched football on the telly, got more angry at me when I tried to crawl below his line of sight as not block the view, got angry at me for being scared of hime, etc. I had to be in bed when he came home, because he was provoked into anger by my sheer presence. And boy, could he get angry. His whole body trembled, he yelled, he stomped, and he was 186cm tall and weighed 90kg, which means he was more than four times my weight, and he scared the everliving shit out of me.
He loved my younger brother over all, though, which made me jealous as fuck, and I beat the shit out of the little fucker whenever I got the chance. Used to beat his head on the floor. Maybe I was an asshole, but looking back, I had damn good reasons to be one.
From both of our parents, my sister and I always got the scraps our brother left over. Normally, it is the middle child that gets neglected. With our family, it was the two accidents that got neglected. To this day, when I visit my mom, it is "Hello X". When my sister comes to visit it's "Hello Y". When our brother comes to visit, it's "Hello my darling, I missed you, how are you!??!", hugs and kisses.
With my father, my role was supposed to be to shut the fuck up and be as silent, invisible, strong, grown-up, capable and manly as possible, which might be a little much to ask from a kindergartner. When I was 6, he tried to teach me chess. I was crap at it, and it was another dissapointment to have sired a loser at chess. A few months later, he died, which made me happy and sad at the same time.
Well, there are some positive memories of both my brother and my father. I don't know if that is good or bad. It feels like finding speckles of gold in a steaming pile of shit.>>52266
I feel you. The lego stuff feels much smarter than everything I created after it. I think it's the limitations. With lego, you got to work with what you have got, and that makes it all the better when you manage to get something to work. No parts can be made to order. Well, they can for the guys who design the sets, obviously. Nowadays, there are seemingly no parts that are not set-specific.