I agree with others.
Here is a quick little story to maybe make you think.
When I was 16 I packed up small collection of HO stuff I had gathered over the years from family and freinds. I knew at the time that I was getting to a point in life that I wouldnt be playing with them again… for awhile. Highschool, college, life, I saw it all on the horizon and was very, very tempted to sell it or give it away. When would I have time? Besides, it was old junky stuff. TYCO and most of it was pretty beat, haveing survived my childhood.
I remember very vividly, packing them all up, useing old socks, newspapers and towles. It was a sad day, but I knew in my haeart, I decided to keep it… , trains, trees,buildings,cars and people…all of it. 5 boxes later all was secured and set for long term storage. At the time… who knew when they would see day light again.
Well, I went on in life, 2 more years of highschool, 2 years of community college, 2 years at at a state college, and 5 years of my business. I lost track of the times I moved the boxes, where I stashed for years at a time. I cant recall, where the heck I put them all those years.
But, I can tell you the day I unpacked them. I was 28, I had just moved in with my then, girlfreind, who had a 3 year old son. I had no idea how to bond with a 3 year old kid,… it was awkward to say the least. Then, I remembered my “trains”. After a bunch of phone calls, driveing all over to get all the boxes, I returned one night with an arm full of boxes. I walked in the door and I was greeted by my future son and he said whats in the boxes? “Oh, my old trains. You wanna see?”
“Yes!”
As the nights went on that first week we played with the trains, it occurred ot me that even though they might have been old, cheap trains