I like Legos.

I have always liked Legos. OK, that's an understatement. I was absolutely, completely, and in every sense of the word, obsessed with Legos. I just couldn't get enough. I would scream in glee when a new Lego magazine arrived at my doorstep. To tell you the truth, I'm not sure what I saw in Legos. When my mom asked why I liked these small, bland pieces of plastic, I would say, "because they're fun". That's it. No reason, I just had fun playing with them.

It came as no surprise then that I amassed my Lego collection quite quickly. Every Christmas I would ask for Legos. I didn't care about plastic cars or baseball cards. All I wanted were more freakin' Legos. It originally started with a small brown table set up in a small room near my living room. But, when my basement was finished I begged my mom--and I mean begged--to build a separate room for my Lego collection. Hey, who cares about your dignity when you're 10 years old. Eventually, she agreed, and my Lego city began. For an added effect, we painted the walls like a sky.

Now, I present to you, pictures of my Lego collection.


In this picture, you can the majority see my two-leveled city. There are two levels. The top is the normal city, and the bottom I created like an underground train station and underground mining station. You can see some of my Playmobils as well. Did I mention I collected them too?


This is the entire overview of my Lego collection. The brown table right there is what I started out with when I was around eight years old.


This is a close-up of the brown table, and specifically the race track. The palm trees in the background on the table is the water section, where I set up a jetski race.


Another picture of my beloved collection. See those black and yellow vehicles? That's the RES-Q series. I have every single last one of those.

So what's next for my Lego collection? Unfortunately, as I leave for college next year, it's being taken down. I'll be sad to see it go, it's been around for the majority of my life, but it's time to move on. However, the pictures remain, and if I ever have kids, I'm sure they'll get a kick out of their old dad playing with such toys.