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Little TowersWhen I was a young boy – merely a couple of years old – I used to build little towers out of wooden building blocks with my grandfather.Little Towers by ~Timster91
He’d smile fondly as I built them with the intense focus that only a child can muster. Making those towers made me really happy, but the only thing that made me happier than building them was destroying them. I don’t even know why… I would spend so much time carefully building them, and when they were done I’d knock them down. I repeated this process almost endlessly each day. Build them up, and knock them down. Sometimes I’d violently hit the towers, making the blocks fly and not even noticing or caring when they accidentally hit my grandfather, who would still smile fondly. Other times I’d be sneaky, carefully nudging the bottom blocks until the tower became unstable and crumbled. The only thing which was constant was the wicked little smile I had every time the tower went down.
Now I’m ol