Little Black Lego

Christina H. Gregor
9/18/18

            As I approach my old childhood home, the door opens revealing my Mother. Her warm smile greets me as I pulled her in for long awaited hug. It has been five years since I visited her, I wish I would have made more of an effort to visit before. Coming to see her always seems to fix any problems that ails me.

            "Its been too long, my darling," my Mother states.

            "I know, I promise to visit more in the future," I reassure her.

            After we caught up on how are lives have been over the past few years, my Mother explained to me that she has been cleaning out some of the clutter in the house, and would like me to go through my old stuff from when I was a child.

            "I put all your old thing into your room so you can look through them if you don't mind. There are empty boxes in the hallway where you can put things you don't want any more and I'll donate them to charity," my mother had said.

            I enter my old room, it looks about the same as it did the last time I had been in here, except for the boxes of old toys and clothes stacked in the middle of the room. I grabbed one of the boxes on top and carried it to my old bed. I opened the flaps, and to my surprise it was a box of Legos.

"Man, these bring back memories," I say aloud to myself.

I had some many good times playing with them, I can never remember a day that the Legos failed to bring me joy. I remember I use to build a little house for the little Lego people to live in. I would also send them on great adventures across a vast ocean, which in reality was my bed room floor.

            Any time when I would feel that the real world was getting me down, I would go over to my bin of Legos and create a new world I could escape into. These Legos got me through everything from bad days of school to my first heart break. They were always there, and I could always count on them even when there was nothing else I could depend on, I could always turn to my Legos.

            I reached in the box and pulled out a little black Lego brick. I just stared at it for a few moments. A grin appears on my face, I had just gotten a fantastic idea. I put the little black Lego into my pocket and I shut the box.

            A while later my Mother and I carry some boxes of my old things into an orphanage in town. A kind lady greets us at the door and tells us where we can put our donations. I place the box of Legos down on, and I peek inside one last before I give them away, so others can enjoy them like I did as a child. To help them get through the hard times that life throws at them.

            A warm feeling grows inside of me as we walk back to my car. I clime in the drivers' seat and place the key into the ignition. A smile grows across my face as I catch the little black Lego dangle from keys.