These are adults????

Joseph will turn 24 in two weeks. Matthew is 22. They are, supposedly, adults. No one would have guessed it this weekend, though.

First a bit of the backstory. Joseph had to go to Mayfair Mall after work Friday to stop at the Apple Store for a new power supply for his poor excuse for a real computer. (Obviously I am not a Mac fan.) Matthew went along so they could have some brotherly hang-out time. The mall was apparently hosting some sort of Lego building contest that stirred a whole much excitement in their lives.

Like many kids; particularly boys I believe, Joseph and Matthew wanted Legos for every birthday and Christmas for a number of years. They amassed a huge collection of the colorful plastic bricks. That huge collection was eventually dumped into large storage bins and moved to the basement.

Joseph headed to the basement to dig out the Legos immediately upon their return home. He called up to us each time he found one of his old "favorite" Lego people or some component of a kit that brought back memories. At one point he even raced up to show us some of the things he had found; his face beaming almost as if he were just a small boy again and had just gotten the Legos as a gift.

He recruited Matthew and they began digging through the Legos in the basement. They dug through the bins and began to separate the pieces by their original Lego set. The Star Wars stuff in one spot, pirates in another, cowboys and Indians in yet another.

Then they began to build.

The house was soon filled once again with the distinctive sound of the boys digging through a bin of Legos. What started as a short walk down memory lane suddenly became a passion. They decided to create a Lego Museum; with different sections dedicated to the different Lego eras.

They spent part of Saturday evening in the basement again.  In a way, we were all transported back a decade or more as Diane and I listened to them down there discussing the various Lego sets and characters. It's almost like it was then; minus the arguing that seemingly always ensued as they each had their own idea of how a particular scene should unfold.

They are building ships and spacecraft and covered wagons.

They are building forts and alien worlds.

Mostly, though, they are building memories. New memories on the backs of the memories of their youth. Memories that, perhaps someday, they will look back on and write of in whatever manifestation of blogging exists in their future.