Quote: Lee Henman @ August 10 2009, 11:03 PM BSTWhen I was about 8 my Dad was on the dole and had no cash to buy expensive Christmas presents. So he secretly started work in October on building me a model railway. I always wondered what he was doing, hammering and clattering away in the back room but the door was always locked.
Anyway, come Christmas morning, I clearly remember Dad leading me into the back room with his hands over my eyes. He took them away and I opened my eyes to see the most amazing landscaped trainset I'd ever seen. Over the course of 3 months, he'd built the whole thing with his bare hands on a huge 6ft x 4ft board. There were rolling hills, that he'd fashioned out of chicken wire and papier mache, windmills, a little town, tunnels, loads of little people, even a working level crossing. The detail was amazing, even down to the fake grass that he'd lovingly sprinkled about. It truly was a work of art.
"Well?" said Dad expectantly, "What do you think?"
And I looked up at him with tears in my eyes and said "I don't like trains."
I had my Scaletrix set up like that. It was awesome...