I myself wanted one of those remote controlled air planes. I thought that’s the coolest thing ever. Once I grew up and had the money, I never bought it.
I myself wanted one of those remote controlled air planes. I thought that’s the coolest thing ever. Once I grew up and had the money, I never bought it.
After years of my family saying I’m too difficult to buy gifts for, and me saying, “What the hell are you talking about? Just get me LEGO!”, one of my kids got the message and has been getting me LEGO sets for Christmas every year.
It might have started when I bought myself the Cinderella Castle set.
The only problem I have is I’m 53, not 13. Sitting hunched over a pile of LEGO bricks for hours leaves me in pain. I need to come up with a space where I can play without injuring myself.
A standing desk is magic. You’ll spend the day on your feet, playing with legos!
Perhaps a low table or an office chair without arm rests to get a closer to waist level
Good, you got the clue! Now you gotta be his new best friend and get him just that.
Actually, now I’m thinking I’ve forgotten how it’s supposed to work. I’ve been trying to sit in a chair and use a table.
Maybe I should be sitting on the floor.
Might need some help standing up again.
Always thought LEGO is just a perfect toy. Children like letting their imagination go wild, while adults enjoy assembling gorgeous dioramas with instructions to put on a shelf immediately making that shelf a 1000 times cooler. The only reason I’m not buying LEGO is that my rented apartment has no shelves and it would be a bitch to pack when I inevitably move somewhere else.
I have the same issue, so I recruit younger family members to do parts of my build while I get up and stretch.
But I give them very specific instructions what page to stop at and come get me, otherwise the whole build is done without me.