After months of saving boxes from the recycling bin, the kids set to work on building their own towns and implementing city elements they were learning about. We started with a 7×7′ piece of brown craft paper, and then spent the following few weeks building from the ground up.
Welcome to McDashtown! First my son decided he wanted a downtown configured around a pedestrian promenade. McDashtown is also situated on the banks of a lake, where there are walking paths and an entertainment district.
A fountain sits in front of his art museum, and he even drew on “light scoops” on the roof just like Renzo Piano’s wing at the High Museum.
And the boy loves a good cantilever and buildings that span a roadway.
Crazy Cat Lady even lives in McDashtown, in the top left corner:
Do you see the tiny bell in the church tower?
The factory doors accommodate people, dogs, cats, and ants–how thoughtful.
The boy measured all his buildings and figured the area of all his city blocks. The tallest point in McDashtown is the Hilton McDashtown, at 42″ tall.
You are welcome to book a room, but–as you can see by the flags they fly outside–your pets should be left at home.
A travel brochure could read: Spend relaxing days boating on the lake!
Dare to thrill and scream on the Cheerios rollercoaster!
Gather for a family-friendly parade downtown!
But the truth is, McDashtown’s days were numbered from the first brick laid. And it wasn’t even the threat of man-eating dinosaurs that would destroy a metropolis of this sort–although they came and terrorized one weekend.
Nope, the demise of McDashtown was chosen by its creator. From the beginning the kids knew that their towns would be destroyed by summer’s end–and it was up to them to choose the natural disaster to cause the destruction. My son chose a tornado. And one fateful day in August, the sky turned dark.
Since most of the inhabitants of McDashtown were animals, their sixth sense kicked in and told them to get the heck out of Dodge; and so the evacuation route clogged with those escaping impending doom.
And then the F5 whirled like a demon through McDashtown.
Within minutes, the town was leveled like a war zone.
Emergency crews labored tirelessly looking for survivors in what was once the bustling city of McDashtown.
Unfortunately, as it is in moments like these of fragile vulnerability, the (buxom and sparkly) looters plundered what they could get their fixed-positioned hands on. Special forces moved in to stop (and possibly woo) the vandals.
The ending of this destroyed city is bittersweet. Even while all is lost, the community banded together in the clean up effort and committed to putting all the waste in the recycling bin for responsible waste management.
When it was all said and done, my son looked at me and asked, “Can we build another city?” How sweet–but after wrapping enough boxes for 1000 Christmases, I am ready to move on to another project!
This post is dedicated to my friend Rachael, who upon hearing about our city project, drove herself to Target immediately and filled a box with all sorts of goodies for the destruction and shipped it to us. Love you!