Building Blocks

When I was younger, around 7-9 years old, every Saturday morning I would eat breakfast and then go into our living room, put cartoons on, and get out my wooden blocks. There I would sit building mazes, buildings, race tracks, or anything that my imagination could dream up. After being stored away by my mom for nearly 20 years, the blocks and I were finally reunited.

Bridget sporting her new haircut, being very helpful when putting her blocks away.

When I got them out again, very quickly all those memories came flooding back to me. I’m excited that Bridget has them to play with, as it is a great way to stimulate the imagination. Plus best of all it hasn’t cost us a dime. She is more interested in knocking over any towers or buildings that Daddy makes, but in no time at all she will be calling me into the basement proud to show off her latest creation.