You might not guess it, but model airplanes (we called them Airfix's) were my first love, then my uncle got me into model trains (and O Scale) at age 8 although I had both Lionel and Hornby when I was five or six.
Cars were never a model interest, but they sure came into my sights when I could drive.
I always loved old airplanes, grew up in a family with aviation ties, and was able to get my hands on the controls of a few classic birds from time to time (along with a sailplane or two). I could never play with anything normal, be it normal cars, airplanes, or whatever, not and be happy with the experience. A machine needs to be more than just an airplane, a motorcycle, or a car; it needs to be able to reach down the front of my trousers for a good rummage occasionally.
I still want to fly in a Spitfire as one of my goals in life.
It's a wonder I didn't kill myself long ago.
