Personal Narrative: Lego

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For as long as I can remember, my passion has been in figuring out how everything around me works. I suppose I came by it naturally. My father was constantly tinkering; in fact, our basement resembled a graveyard for lifeless computer parts. He would take all the computers that no one loved anymore, salvage them for parts, and bring them back to life. When he was done, I always had a “new” toy to play with. I suppose, in my own way, I carried on the family tradition. To the chagrin of my parents, every time a new toy arrived, I would have it in pieces all over my bedroom floor within the half hour. Everything wound up being unscrewed, unglued, and dismantled; this curiosity has continued throughout my life.
Eventually, my parents introduced me to activities that would satisfy my insatiable need to comprehend and construct. In the early years, I amassed a considerable collection of Legos. I would build Lego kits with thousands of pieces, take a few days putting them together and then tear them apart, starting all over again. Later, I would tear apart my drums,
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I needed to understand all of the facets of these wonderful and powerful machines. At first, it was overwhelming and perplexing, but my drive to conquer the beast was meticulous. Like Captain Ahab, I was beyond determined. I spent hundreds of hours locating and altering settings, tweaking menus, and modifying files. I took out hardware and plugged it back in until I could do it with my eyes closed.
Even though my “quirk” sets me apart, I am proud to have inherited this desire for deduction from my father. One might think that would carry over into all my affairs. Apparently, that is not so. For my sixteenth birthday, I received a car. When I needed my oil changed, I opened the garage door and drove it straight to Jiffy Lube. I am curious, but I know my
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