As children, we devise and fabricate contraptions derived from our imaginations. We build these structures from improper materials for lack of a better option and with improper methods for lack of a better understanding of physics and engineering. We become fascinated with the alternative functionality of the simplest form. Deep down, we know these structures for play won't work to the degree that we anticipate them to, but our imagination makes our ideas and motivations to build seem that much more rational or plausible. Often these structures / systems are intended for some grander performance or activity, but ultimately, the process and the result end up serving as the idea of play itself. Hours are poured over every detail of its construction, with unfettered enthusiasm, only to have the end result fail fantastically and persuade us to try something new, once again, with the same wide-eyed optimism.
As adults, we recall these outlandish contraptions and their ability to trigger memories of whimsy and great fondness. We observe the youth and their attempts to accomplish the same impractical feats we once sought after. Our perspective though has shifted as now we have the logic and reason to know what will and will not work and additionally, the access to more appropriate materials and methods. Such could mean the difference between our intentions succeeding and failing. And yet, knowing what I know, I aim to construct the contraptions from my memories, with the knowledge that it might not work, devoid of any illusion of its actual functionality.