I still have my American Flyer electric train my parents brought for me in about 1955. During Christmas, 1992
I set up part of it in the living room for my folks.
It brought back great memories.
How wonderful. My dad bought me a train for Christmas, actually for him I think. He has some special oil that make smoke come out of the smoke stack. I remember us both lying on the floor looking up at the train as it passed. It is a wonderful memory.
Did they yell at you to pick it up before bedtime?