Being a collector of any kind can be a fickle hobby. We yearn for the exclusive, the rare, the valuable. Often we are driven forward by a quest to quench our never-ending thirst to build up our stockpile. Whether we are propelled by nostalgic emotions, financial opportunities, completionist tendencies, or
I can’t remember a time before I was building with bricks. As a child, I loved spending afternoons with my brother constructing sets and then planning our cities to stitch together different baseplates to create anachronistic societies where pirates could be warded off by knights defending a space ship.
As a child, LEGO had broad themes that built on aspirations of the imagination. I could journey into space, build myself a castle, or run my own bustling metropolis. While sets served as the initial blueprints for construction, they were merely a jumping-off point. The real fun came with the