makes me feel so old
and yet young at the same time
Last week I went up to Dallas to retrieve a ginormous box of legos from the garage of my parents’ former house (a house they finally, finally sold, thus requiring me to retrieve things like legos and second grade drawings of the "libinty bell").
The wee one is, as one would expect, ecstatic over the influx of legos in the house. And these aren’t fat ass baby legos, either. These are the real deal. With pulley and string systems and spaceships and a knight set-up – all kinds of cool stuff.
An interesting thing about the lego box, though, is that when I opened it, some of the pieces were still together. Half-built kitchens lay in ruins amongst falling apart spaceships. Little pants-less lego dudes (with pants firmly – super-glued? – stuck to partial lego cars) are flailing about in a sea of plastic trees and armor.
The question, of course, is when was the last time I played with these legos? Or when was the last time my little sister played with these legos? How could we have been interested enough in them to build a kitchen and then, BAM, suddenly become SO non-interested that the legos were relegated to the back of the garage for almost twenty years? How can you go so spontaneously from play to non-play? Doesn’t that seem weird? These relics of childhood kind of freak me out, because it’s like uncovering your own anthropological site, you know? You’re excavating yourself, remembering things you haven’t thought of in decades – like how the little clear blue legos are the most bad ass of all. And how the wheels feels when you chew them.
Furthering the bonanza of my self-anthropology is my great friend who is coming to town this week. We haven’t seen each other since the ninth grade, when she traveled from Florida to Texas for a cheer-leading competition and I went to watch her shout and have her crotch held in the iron-vice grip of an adolescent youth whose name I can’t remember.
That was the last time we really saw each other, excepting a brief layover in the dallas airport where we got to say hi for a second and a half a few years later.
And now here we are. So old and yet still friends – friends since we were younger than the wee one! And it’s been over a decade since we hung out.
And I have legos for us to play with.