How this happened- I am at a loss.
For those of you who don't know, back in 2009 I got very sick and was in the hospital for a year. When I was finally released I could no longer walk, had a lot of wounds still healing, and basically just lived out of a hospital bed for another year and half- then another surgery, more wounds, anyway... you get the point. My "life" as a normal person ended in May 2009.
But prior to that I was by my Aunt's house (also my Grandmother's house) fairly often- we're a close family. Would show up just to show up some days.
So from say 2000 to 2009 I had absolutely no idea my Legos still existed. I could have sworn I was told they were thrown out back when I was in college- and truth be told, I didn't care at that point it my life, so I just filed it away and never concerned myself about it again.
Why my aunt and cousin would let them sit there for so long without ever asking me if I wanted them back I have no real idea- I am just so glad they actually kept them.