Lego kidfest Pittsburgh. My pink home of the Pink Panther goes next to Thing 1’s small low all-white building as Lego city grows. It was huge. You see the towers, the bright colors, big buildings in plastic bricks. My heart broke when Thing 1 made his wee white house. He didn’t understand. He showed me what it did: a sliding panel door, a secret window. It was a spy compound. At the dropoff spot he showed this young man what his building could do. “That’s the most imaginative one we have had all weekend. We’ve had seventeen Heinz fields.” My heart swelled. It was me. I did not understand. Sometimes imagined spaces are about the imagined more than the space. When will I learn to let it be?