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Around six years ago, I made a driver in Lego racers. His name was Oil. At the time, I had a lot of trouble playing the game. I don't know what it was about this racer I made, but I liked him. I started a circuit (I thought it said carecut when I was seven) against redbeard. For the first time ever, I won the carecut. I moved on to the next champion. It felt amazing. I then beat king kahuka the next day. Flash forward 3 months. I was playing with Lego at a friend's house. Digging through his collection, I found Oil's head piece (The one with the white bangs). I traded like, three pirates soldiers for that piece. And it was more than worth it. I don't remember the kid's name, but all I can say is this: Thank you for indirectly making me who I am today. I loved Oil. I took him everywhere with me. I took him on all sorts of lego adventures. While many minifigures came and went, Oil always stuck around. And while I did redesign his appearence, yes, he's still the same figure in my heart. Over time, Oil slowely became more like a person to me. It felt like I always had someone to talk to. Someone who would listen. Someone who would understand. Someone who would encourage me. Agree with me. Do things with me. Someone I could trust. And someone who would smile at me, no matter how bad things get. A few weeks ago, I overheard my sister say "He always carries around his stupid legos. They're like a security blanket to him." And that really hit me hard. All sorts of feelings of embarrassment and shame filled me. I was just a stupid kid who carries around a blankie everywhere. I went up to my Mom's house that day, where there's nothing to do. So I brought some Lego. I was tired and melancholy. I couldn't sleep. I didn't know what to do. So I reached into my travel bag and brought out oil. I looked at his happy yellow face. He made me feel better. Then and there I realised. It didn't matter.