Bag of Dreams
Are your wishes blocked?
When I was a boy, men were training to go to the moon. There was a war in Vietnam that our guys were winning. I walked barefoot to school, read science fiction at lunch time, and I came home to play with my Lego, where I’d build kludgy, blocky lunar landers — much like the real thing, really — and tanks with matchstick guns and rubberband tracks…