My brother's once spent months building an entire lego city. I mean we had cases filled with legos and they just got to working for months just building and then adding it to their "block" which gradually grew and grew filled with lego buildings including hospitals, restaurants, houses, roads etc. All this without plans or instructions on how to build anything. Their creativity knew no bounds as they built for weeks and weeks, each day coming back from school and thinking "what is this city missing?" and then just building whatever they thought of completely improvised. 2 months later, they had a huge thing going on and they were oh so proud of their accomplishments. I mean, lego got them away from **The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time**. Have you ever played that game? It's **THE** game and everyone in the 90s knew it, yet these two kids decided their megapolis was more awesome than OoT...
Everything was cool and dandy for months as they continued until one faithful morning something happened that rocked our household's world worse than that time my dad got transferred to another country and we all moved. Oh this was a bad day.
One day, a kid saw the metropolis and decided he wanted to play with it. Sadly, this kid was not of age to understand the hard work that had been put forward to build it. All he saw was another toy ready to be tossed around. Infused with the energy only kids are capable of achieving, this kid went on a rampage and destroyed the entire city. Picture Godzilla going through Tokyo and destroying everything. That's what it looked like.
Now I'm ashamed to accept the fact that that kid, was me.
Thankfully my mother was capable of preventing my death at the hands of my two older brothers but to this day, I'm still not allowed to forget it. It is something for which forgiveness has never been reached.