box of memories

These bricks have been around for about 90 odd years. They were given to my grandmother (her name is on the lid) and she played. My mum then got them and she played. My sis and I played too and then my cousin did. Now my boy will. I remember them so well from my childhood. Some are plain wood, worn smooth from touching. Some have drawings. Some have names (my sister's). My best friend even wrote 'Merry Christmas' on one and my mum's dog chomped teethmarks in a couple too. You can build amazing towers with them and I even used them to map out my future house. WOW.