That is a thing of beauty.
A friend of mine commented on the box on the shelf that said “My First Chemistry Set” -
“you know, you never see them selling ‘My LAST Chemistry Set’”.
Had a great chem set. Use to make that rotten egg smell, remember my Mom yelling down to me in the basement about it. Some how later on in that year I discovered the formula for gunpowder. Made my own rockets. One day while launching my most brilliant creation using some toy rocket received on some ancient Christmas Day years prior. On the back yard retaining wall launching pad, my aero space plans came to an abrupt end, when, mom stepped out with the trash to see the mighty lift off which culminated in a premature abort fire ball about three feet up from the top of the five foot high wall. It was a spectacular failure! Ah well it was the late fifties and NASA and Me were on the same disaster track!