Birthday Box

When I reached the mature age of One, my grandfather gave me a set of wooden cubes that he'd painstakingly handcrafted since the day he heard he soon would become a grandfather. The cubes were beautifully crafted and pedagogically came in several different sizes. Obviously, I thought they were a complete bore and didn't give them any attention what so ever.

Initially.

As the batteries gradually ran out on the blinking, flashing other toys, my attention slowly turned to the wooden cubes. I soon realized the alternatives were endless and developed a fascination for testing what could be built and what would instantly tumble to the floor. The parquet flooring never looked the same, but those wooden cubes did enable me to establish a genuine interest in construction and architecture. Something my grandfather in all his windom probably intented in the first place, the old engineer..

Now, to many of you this may seem a trifle irrelevant, and in all honesty it most probably is.
My main point is, I'm just glad I'm in good company..