(Please forgive me for not knowing where I found this picture so I cannot give credit where credit is due. It is a nice way to start the week, though.)
We used to go over to the boy cousins' house to play with Legos, but I never made anything cool like this. Usually, I would build block walls around the perimeter of those green flat sheets. Were those supposed to be grass? Danny and Aaron had true talent and would busily work on aircraft carriers and ships. I never could get past the block wall, though I might have ventured into making a tower once.
Playing with Legos never lasted very long, though. We spent more time dumping them out of the bucket and sorting them (why did we always feel the need to organize? we did this with Barbies, too--taking hours to set everything up and then kind of looking at each other like, 'well, that was nice, now what?' once everything was ready.)
This led to endless "can we please leave the fort/legos/barbies out while we go outside and play?" conversations with the parents. I mean, we had put so much work into it, it seemed a crime to tear everything down. It was kind of like keeping our options open; just in case our imaginations ran low outside, we'd have something to come back too. Of course, that never happened.
Which is probably why our parents usually made us clean up.