Every summer when we would take the family trip to visit my grandparents, my grandmother would give me and my brother the same gift, a roll of lifesavers and a Lego set. Every year it was the same set: a tower on an island, a lone palm tree, a naval soldier, and a pirate in a boat. I don’t know why it was the same one every year. Maybe we lost them. Or broke them in a fight. Or she always forgot which one she’d bought the year before. Or it was all a dream. Either way, I devoured the candy in one handful and spent the rest of the day engrossed in those bricks. But still I was hooked on making things.