Message #108040

[Legodac]

Thanks CRX, what a great idea for a topic, I wish I'd thougt of it, Just kidding, I'm very happy you did what you did.

    Hi everyone, I think I'll start with my username, legodac. You all know what Lego is, dac are my initials, My first name I'm not supposed to say, but it begins with a D. I've loved those initials for a long time, because they can also read Direct and Alternating Current. I am a Licensed Electrician in Ontario Canada. The name of my business is D/A/C Electric.

    I was the first born of a Carpenter and an Ex National Ballet of Canada Dancer, born in Toronto on Feb 03 1962. That's right, I'm older than 97% of the people here. I have a sister and two brothers, who, like me, all have families of their own, but I am the only grandparent.....more to come

    I went through the ranks as most of you are doing right now when it comes to school. It was a love hate relationship. I loved to learn, but the peer pressure was to much, everyone out for themselves and some doing anything to be above all. That's life. I've learned to live with it and I'll never stop trying to change it.

 Getting back to school, in grade 9 I attended a private school, where I bourded as well. It was without a doubt one of the most memorable experiences of my life. Some of you are already in college or university, this was the same.
    We had wednesday afternoons set aside for sports, to make up, there were saturday morning classes, then it was home for the rest of the weekend. We wore suits to class, and full dress kilts and tunics in cadets. It was regimented, but even cool to me at the time. I loved it.
    How can anyone love school you ask? Well, I'll tell you. It also happened to be the time when my parents where going through a very rocky divorce. So being away from that was a blessing. To make matters worse, my Dad was also fighting the wolves at the door, his construction business was in bankruptcy. Needless to say, I didn't return to the private school for grade 10. Three different high schools and a lot of moving found me 2 weeks before I turned 16. I decided to leave my family and move out west on my own. Three days after I turned 16 I was on a bus, heading for Edmonton Alberta.
     I had $300.00 in my pocket when I left. My Dad drove me to the bus station. I was terrified of leaving, but even more terrified to stay. I was out west for a year and I always had a job. I have mixed feelings about the experience. I had some good times and some bad ones as well. It was a hard time in my life, one of them anyways. However I learned a lot about the world and the people in it, I learned a lot about myself too. The most important was, that I missed my family, so I returned home just before turning 17.

    Well, enough about school for a while, I think I'll go back to the beginning for a while, that is, as far back as I can remember. I'm talking about my first Lego set. My Grandmother, who lived to 103, took me to a little toy store in downtown Toronto when I was about 5 or 6 years old. I actually remember walking into the store and seeing a black metal spiral staircase leading to a second floor. She told me I could have one of anything in the store. It wasn't a typical toy store, it seemed to be one of those educational kind of places. We climbed the stairs and on the second floor, in the centre of the room, was a display, a stack of boxes, it was all Lego. It was the most wonderfull thing I'd ever seen, I wanted it all. "No totty lamb, just one", she said, that's what she called me sometimes, she was from England. I picked the Shell gas station, I still have one of the gas pumps, they're really small. I keep it in a special place now, protected from the elements. A couple of months ago I took a pic of it and submitted it to Lego as a Gallery creation to say Happy 50th Birthday LEGO. I'll show it to you, hang on, I'll go get it.
     Actually it's in the LU creations, I called it "Candlelight Vigil to the Dearly Departed"

 

Let's talk about "Lego Dreams" for a while now. Number 9 on the hit list would be the ultimate, that is, the 9th world wide, Lego Certified Professional. What? You didn't know there were only 8 in the entire world ?? Only one Canadian, rats, he's on the other side of the country, in Vancouver. What will I do now ?? Keep on Brickn' is the only answer I can fathom. Keep on sharing my creations, start a Lego Club in my area, build something fantastic with my new found friends and wow the world, by showing off.
  Getting the pic yet, Next time someone accusses you of showing off, just simply turn to them, smile, wave, and say thanks for the compliment

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