Summer of 2005

Summer of 2005

Standing up just as straight as I could, I glanced over at my cousin, Colin. He was busy typing away on his computer. 'Good', I thought, as I broke the legos back out from under his bed, doing my best to stay silent.
The previous night my Aunt had helped me bring the dusty toy box out from the back of his closet. It was half legos and the rest being a mixture of race cars and barbie doll clothes. "You still play with toys?!" My cousin, Cara had remarked as my aunt and I started to build away at our lego tower. Inside my heart sunk but I was determined to do as I pleased. This time as I lugged the toy box toward the kitchen floor, I was careful not to let my cousins see. Embarrassed of my youth.
An hour went by with me in utter fascination with each piece as I carefully followed the instructions toward an army tank. I'd always liked boy toys better than girl ones. All through elementary school I would've rather played with marbles in the sand than trade Barbie doll clothes. I would've rather played race cars the boys than pretend to be a family of felines with the girls.
"Whats up?" Colin, who I'd thought was still busy in his RPG, asked grabbing a Mountain Dew from the fridge and looking down on me.
"Nuthinnnnn'," I claimed, laying flat on my stomach with my sneakers swinging through the air as I looked for the green square lego in which the directions called for.
"Do you want some help?" He asked.
"Uh, sure," I scooted over and gave him room. He sat like a pretzel taking up much more space then I would've liked with his long stick like legs.
"You've got this piece wrong." He corrected me.
"I do? Hows it supposed to be?"
"Like this." He announced tearing apart my last twenty minutes of work. Then, rearranging the pieces in a way which made much more sense.
"Oh," Biting my bottom lip I asked him how he knew it was wrong.
"I used to do this set all the time, besides it's pretty obvious if you look at the directions properly." He said with a smirk, and we both reverted back to the directions.