When I was a wee lad of Lansingburgh, I spent much of my time on my own. My brother and sister were much older than I, and more of a babysitting burden for their hot rodding and rollicking 1960s world. But I can't complain. I had models to build.
I got the bug from my brother, I guess. We had a storage room above our kitchen (servant/slave quarters of another time) and my brother had his ships there, just lined up on the floor. Spanish galleons, battleships, destroyers all there for inspection...and bath tub sailing. This last was an error on my person, but hey I'm seven years old, what did I know? My brother was not pleased, and I was lucky to not be pummeled by him. What I did get was his ability to his craft, whether it be boat models or suped up Camaros. He could fix any engine anywhere and any time, and people from Lansingburgh and the environs came to his garage for help, and talk.
I started building models, usually cars but now and then something like the picture above. That's the Frankenstein monster from the 1930's classic films. It's done in oils. Like I did the first time when I was about thirteen. I threw it out when I went to college. I'm all grown up. I don't this crap. So.... model cars - hit the road, boats - you're sunk, planes - just take off. They all went. The toy box went to my nephews, and whatever was in there was now theirs.
I did keep one tank, and it went where I went:
This is a Panzerkampfwagen IV from WWII that was put out by the Monogram Company in the late 1960s. Those two tank soldiers have been in or on that steel trap for 40 years or so. I was never sure what my fascination was with the Wehrmacht, but I was now a teenager, and just going through the phase. I also had motorized Patton tanks, just to keep things even. So this tank was the only won to make the trip here to Malta, but now the guys are joined by others: