Personal Narrative: Working With Legos

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Ever since I was young I have loved building. Legos were my friends. I loved making bridges, houses, and anything I could imagine. I never had the fancy kits, so I free-styled. Nothing looked good, but it felt good to make. I thirsted for things I could make with my hands. Play-Doh suited that need. I mashed colors together, made spaghetti, and–of course–ate said spaghetti. Point is I love tangible things. As I grew up and stopped playing with Legos, I forgot how much I love working with my hands. I continued to touch every surface I could, but forgot the feeling of building.
Fast forward to high school. I had narrowed down my interest to STEM, but not which field. As I went through the science department I eliminated fields. Biology was too