Well, walking this back to being on-topic, I am betting every last one of us
has multiple stories of how a childhood exposure to trains or other old junk
messed us up for the rest of our lives.
I will never understand what caught the attention of a little South Park, but
I was 3-4 years old when those sparkly colored glass things on the telephone
poles sent me down a rabbit hole of what some *might* call "obsession".
This interest led rapidly to old weathered wood things and stuff made of rusty
metal, which in turn led to abandoned places where once there had been much
activity, and all that comes with that. But my lifetime is a Pandora's Box of
memories of high (and low) adventure chasing the stuff and trying to save it
from a world where most people trash it. Why just last Friday I was able to
bring this home:
Who doesn't remember being fascinated by these "little houses" tacked up
on telephone poles when they were just wee nippers ? See what happens when
you let children be exposed to this kind of thing and thinking ?
I *could have* been a responsible adult who lived for sports statistics and had
a job in a cubicle and drove a late model car !
"Duty above all else except Honor"