Maybe that was the trigger to become an Architect? I was brought up by the seaside and spent my summers on the beach building sand castles and sculptures. Although I was brought up during communist times in Poland, I was lucky enough to get a box of Lego once in a while, thanks to a seafaring dad returning from international adventures.
During my childhood, my parents built their first dream home. It took them 10 years to accomplish this (it was during a communist era where building materials were scarce), so most of the time we spent in that house felt like living on a building site. In the years that followed, I would move to a different city to learn and ply my trade, but I often think those early memories might explain why I love the smell of wet cement and plaster – it literally feels like home.