LEGO Story Trauma

I didn’t know where I was going with my LEGO structure, but I was desperate to come up with something. At first I thought I was building some sort of locomotive, but then all of a sudden I was building a very, very tall scooter. (Did it mean I’d always wanted to ride a very, very tall scooter? I didn’t know.) But I kept changing my mind, kept picking up and touching each tiny piece faster than my brain could puzzle together what I wanted to build. I was waiting and waiting for the one right LEGO to inspire the entire construction because I really wanted something about its configuration to change lock, stock, and barrel, and it was nearly impossible to put into words what. Looking back, I was dying for the story to tell itself.