Long, long ago, about 10 years to be exact, a young boy enters his creation into the county fair with the hopes of taking home the blue ribbon. Once it is entered he wanders off in search of the prime location to set it so that the judges can bask in its glory. He goes home later that night and for the next three days he sits and bites at his nails nervously waiting to hear that the rankings have been posted. As soon as he does, he rushes to look at his masterpiece and finds a lone red ribbon on it. He got second place yet again. This wasn’t the first nor would it be the last, but there were many victories yet to come. At the age of five all I did with my spare time was play with Legos. I had buckets and boxes full of them. At times it was even difficult to walk around in my bedroom because my floor was covered with pieces of Lego; I don’t know how many times I stepped on them. My bedroom was set up so that I had a lot of room after the end of my bed where I could play, and play I did. As soon as you walked through the door it seemed to me like walking into heaven, or Legoland, being that I had little “stations” set up for different projects. Throughout the year, I would make different things: buildings, statues, creatures; anything a person could think up in their imagination. Each year at the beginning of August, I would think through all of the things I had made during the past year, then recreate the ones I thought were the most complex and cool to rebuild and submit them to the county fair. There were multiple size categories, so I was able to enter more than one of my creations. The categories were based on complexity, or how many pieces the entry had. Therefore, I was able to use three different pieces of my work. One was very small, only about seventy-five pieces, it somewhat resembled a spaceship, the largest one was over a thousand pieces, this was a large imaginative cityscape, and the other was somewhere in-be