The PJS Traindump
Next weekend... or no... the weekend after next it going to be...
LEGOLANDTM!
We go to LEGOLAND! We go to LEGOLAND Germany!
I've been to the Billund, Denmark LEGOLAND once before - when I was nine years old. One traumatic memory remained of this:
Imagine little LEGO Basic cars, something like bumper cars, only LEGO-like, large enough for little monsters to drive around. The little PJS mounted one, and unfortunately, it already carried the seed of tragedy. Only I did not know it then.
There was a course in a city-like fashion, i.e. streets, houses, junctions, and a railway all around LEGOLAND which also crossed this said car course. This railway was used by a big LEGO train which ferried those visitors all around the LEGOLAND who were too lazy to go on their own. The streets met the railway at an unmanned crossing, and guess what, the PJS's car broke down right on this crossing. Right at the moment when a train was approaching, that is.
So, the PJS sat there, on the crossing, in his broken-down car, with the train approaching, and couldn't move.
Can you imagine the psychological damage a situation like this delivers to a little monster?
Maybe it's because of this incident that I prefer cars much longer and much wider than I am myself... like Smørebrød, and rather unlike a Japanese Be-1.
LEGOLANDTM!
We go to LEGOLAND! We go to LEGOLAND Germany!
I've been to the Billund, Denmark LEGOLAND once before - when I was nine years old. One traumatic memory remained of this:
Imagine little LEGO Basic cars, something like bumper cars, only LEGO-like, large enough for little monsters to drive around. The little PJS mounted one, and unfortunately, it already carried the seed of tragedy. Only I did not know it then.
There was a course in a city-like fashion, i.e. streets, houses, junctions, and a railway all around LEGOLAND which also crossed this said car course. This railway was used by a big LEGO train which ferried those visitors all around the LEGOLAND who were too lazy to go on their own. The streets met the railway at an unmanned crossing, and guess what, the PJS's car broke down right on this crossing. Right at the moment when a train was approaching, that is.
So, the PJS sat there, on the crossing, in his broken-down car, with the train approaching, and couldn't move.
Can you imagine the psychological damage a situation like this delivers to a little monster?
Maybe it's because of this incident that I prefer cars much longer and much wider than I am myself... like Smørebrød, and rather unlike a Japanese Be-1.
posted by PJS at
Tuesday, September 07, 2004
1 Comments:
PJS, Sounds that you are laughing at someone... but you have to remember, before the train bumped on the car, there was a little monster yelled for a pee, and before he stepped out the car, the mom kissed her and said, 'I love you'.
This is the story.
And it's not really bad to have a Be-1. At least in my aesthetics. Tall guys entitles a big car, and small girls got a small one. What's wrong with that??
But I am amazed in your imagination, of putting up all these things together. Err... something I lost in these weeks.
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