I am trying to decide what I learned from building blocks.
I am very glad that they weren’t painted.
I enjoyed how that they were so big.
I built many things.
And then I knocked them all down.
I played with them for many years and don’t remember a thing I built.
I remember knocking them down.
I remember the sound of knocking them down.
And saying Ta dah!
And I Like Ike!
I don’t remember what they looked like after I knocked them down.
Or what they looked like when I build things with them.
I remember what wood sounds like on a terrazzo floor.
I think I learned how to love music with building blocks.
Especially symphonies.
Today I love symphonies.
I love them so much.
And empty houses.
And building blocks.
And falling things.
I do not love paint.
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