Smashem' Crashem'

Smashem’ Crashem’ - Do It Again

Come on, Dad! Let’s do it again!”

“Alright, alright… give me a second. I’m not as fast as you.” he says patiently.

“Vroom! Vroom!” I growl, zipping my car around the living room floor.

“Hurry up, Dad! I’m gonna smash you to smithereens!”

“Okay, almost done. Just putting on the finishing touches… Where’d that windshield go?”

“Here it is, Dad!” I say, tossing it his way.

“Ah, thanks. Now I’m ready.”

We both back our cars up.

Then—zoom.

We hurl them across the pine wood floor.

Crash! Kapow!

Lego pieces explode into the air.

Squeals of joy fill the room.

There’s nothing quite like destruction

to put a smile on a six-year-old’s face.

Of course, that’s only half the fun.

The other half is building—hot rods, mostly.

But really, any car will do:

tall ones, short ones, ones with wings, ones with propellers.

I gather up the wreckage—not caring whose pieces are whose.

Dad does the same.

“Hey! Come on,” he says. “How am I supposed to build a car without any wheels?”

I laugh. “Here ya go, Dad,” and hand him a spare.

Then it’s on again.

We build.

We destroy.

We rebuild.

This is the way the world begins not with a bang but a crash. Over and over, again.