Most children play with Legos at some point. They open a box, follow the directions, and get a submarine or plane or castle. We, however, had a chest full of Legos of all shapes and sizes. This chest was the result of many years of yard sale purchases by mom, who knew we couldn't afford to buy Lego sets. There were no plans and no directions with our Legos, but there were rules.
We had a train table, a chest full of Legos and six children. We needed a game that everyone could play. This is how the game of Lego city arose. In our Lego city, there were many stores. We could buy a car, a new outfit, the ever-popular new hairstyle. We could even buy bricks of your preferred color at the Lego store. What did we buy these things with? Lego money of course ( see below) All Lego tiles were given values based on their color and length, and I remember spending what seemed like endless hours digging in our Lego chest for enough money or rare hairstyles to buy some trinket at the store of a sibling.
Lego city was also a game of relationships. We each had characters, and the game ran much like house or Barbies (another Rose favorite). We had fights, romances, and families. We took trips, and renovated our businesses with the wealth that we a accumulated from the bottom of the chest.
There were inevitably days of rampage when the city was destroyed by a vengeful Rose, probably me, or a visiting friend who did not understand the sanctity of our city. Our city was always rebuilt, and usually improved by these setbacks.
One day, long after the last game of Lego city was over, I was helping dad clean our Jesse's room. He was away at college, and we were taking over his room so dad could start a project (more on dads projects later). As I was throwing away old math notebooks and boxing up his baseball cards, I came across a Lego box, tightly sealed. Prying open the lid, I found the largest hoard of Lego money I had ever seen. I wonder what Jesse was saving up for.
We had a train table, a chest full of Legos and six children. We needed a game that everyone could play. This is how the game of Lego city arose. In our Lego city, there were many stores. We could buy a car, a new outfit, the ever-popular new hairstyle. We could even buy bricks of your preferred color at the Lego store. What did we buy these things with? Lego money of course ( see below) All Lego tiles were given values based on their color and length, and I remember spending what seemed like endless hours digging in our Lego chest for enough money or rare hairstyles to buy some trinket at the store of a sibling.
Lego city was also a game of relationships. We each had characters, and the game ran much like house or Barbies (another Rose favorite). We had fights, romances, and families. We took trips, and renovated our businesses with the wealth that we a accumulated from the bottom of the chest.
There were inevitably days of rampage when the city was destroyed by a vengeful Rose, probably me, or a visiting friend who did not understand the sanctity of our city. Our city was always rebuilt, and usually improved by these setbacks.
One day, long after the last game of Lego city was over, I was helping dad clean our Jesse's room. He was away at college, and we were taking over his room so dad could start a project (more on dads projects later). As I was throwing away old math notebooks and boxing up his baseball cards, I came across a Lego box, tightly sealed. Prying open the lid, I found the largest hoard of Lego money I had ever seen. I wonder what Jesse was saving up for.
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