Day Thirty

When I was a kid, all I wanted was a Lite-Brite.
If you’re an 80s kid, you already know.

I asked for one endlessly. At tag sales too, where they sat half-loved and abandoned, their magic already spent on someone else’s childhood. I always hoped.
The answer was always no.

Years later, adulthood finally said yes.

A friend gifted me my first one. Then I received this version, small enough to live on my desk, just the right size to pair with my miniatures. Tiny lights. Tiny worlds. A quiet kind of joy.

This is how fireworks are made.