The most curious thing came across my laptop this evening and for a brief time, I became a child again. While wandering through an antique shop online, I discovered some boxes of 'mini-brix'. These marvellous rubber bricks were the forerunners of lego and I played with them as a child, creating worlds to walk my fingers and my imagination through. As soon as I saw the picture, I remembered the taste of them - the flavour of the rubber and how great it felt to chew on them, how good it felt on my gums. They squeaked between my teeth with a sound that I can still hear in one of the dark recesses of my child's mind. I also remember the feel of one under a bare foot, its hardness still retaining some of the warmth of my hand or the wet from my mouth. Some were red and some were white. Did I have some black? I can't remember. There were no little plastic people, no carved faces or artifacts. It all came from imagination and I rather think made the play that much richer. There were no directives on how to put them together. This was before boxes came with pages of instructions in multiple languages, and only limited possibilities. It is lovely to know that the fun can be reclaimed some 60 years after the fact. I am off to the land of counterpane where I shall let my memory chew on them once more and take me down corridors, into rooms I haven't seen in a long, long time.