I don’t know what my obsession is with lego. I seem to blog about it a lot. I blogged about it here, and here.
I’m weirding myself out.
I don’t remember ever having lego as a child. We were five sisters (my brother was much older) and so we didn’t have toys like lego, as far as I recall.
My only other recollections of lego are playing with it as an adult, and standing on it as an adult. If you stand on a piece barefoot, it hurts like a bitch. And if you swear out loud it makes you feel only slightly better.
So why the obsession? Who knows? If you bump into Freud ask him, but otherwise I’m happy to go with it.