Welcome to my page. I am a man in my late twenties recently awakening from my dark ages. It started when I read LEGO, A Love Story by Jonathan Bender. I remembered all the good times my brother, dad, and I had with all the LEGO themes we loved so much. So I raided my parent's home in search of LEGO. Luckily my mom saved them in a big ol' clear bin. Sadly many elements have been lost, but most are still intact.
I also learned you never ever call them LEGOs, SNOT isn't gunk from your nose, and all those "rainbow" colored castles we created are called MOCs. Who knew?