A building refuge poem from Sarah Ziman – thank you Sarah!
Lego Club Wednesday lunchtimes, year 7. It wasn’t exactly super cool, I knew that. Not like juniors’ football, or Mr Bowen’s new ‘Throwing Thursdays’, where the boys I’d not have trusted with a sharpened pencil, let alone heavy artillery, were let loose with javelin and shot put up in the top field. But Mrs Green had seen me on my own, trying to walk with purpose, not really knowing anyone else yet, a piece which didn’t quite fit, and there was a warm and welcoming light coming through her classroom door. So I figured, might as well. Some of the bricks had dried-out crusty plasticine stuffed in the holes, there was a definite shortage of ‘twos’ and most minifigures didn’t even have a face, but the custard creams were plentiful and the soft rattle as we sifted through the tubs let me relax the first time that week. I came back the next, to finish off my supervillain gaol and Gethin and Amayah helped me out. Amayah’s treehouse was AMAZING, to be fair. We’re running it these days, us three. Took over from Mrs G when we did our Bronze D of E, and never quit. It’s not for everyone, but we’ve built up quite a crew – it’s great to have a place to just be you. © Sarah Ziman
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