I had so many models; tanks, armored cars, planes of every country (but Italy!), Army men, etc, that I turned my bedroom into a huge diarama.
I ruined several of my moms forks heating them up to melt bullet and flak holes into the sides of B17's and Aircobras. Alas, because I was never one to do the minute details, I had no patience to paint the dash panels of a Hawker Hurricane and FW190 when they had to be in battle so quickly after construction!
Most of my models met untimely deaths in the ferocious battles and firefights in my backyard. OK, all of them did!
My model making days are so ancient,I had to cut pieces of balsa wood to make plane frames and then cover them with a filmy paper to be doped and painted---of course some of these could have a rubber band to wind up for the prop spin and really did fly---ah, the good old days
Many of my models ended up exploding from planted firecrackers in their tailpipes.