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I am the one who sees the mass of bricks I use to animate, in our living room.

I am the one who hears my dad’s yelps of pain as he steps on the plastic pine tree, in

our living room.

I am the one who feels the laughter erupting from my chest as my dad hops around on

one foot in our living room.

I am the one who tastes the shaggy tan carpet as I roll around the floor laughing, in our

living room.

I am the one who touches the bricks and mini figures, moving them so I can animate

them, in our living room.

I am the one who smells the delicious food mom is making as dad nurses his foot, in our

living room.

I am the one who hopes that my stop motion animation techniques will continue to

improve; and of course, to not see my dad step on any more of my Lego pieces,

despite how funny it might be, in our living room.

Who am I?