Rich older boys who lived in a large house up on a hill across the street had an American Flyer layout in a room attached to the garage. They let my little sister and me (mostly me) look at but not touch if we promised not to tell we discovered they were playing doctor in their backyard clubhouse with our two older sisters. The boys attended an all-male military school and had no sisters, so I suppose girls were a novelty to them. We tattled anyway, because they only ran the trains once around the double track layout and said that was enough. Perhaps anxious to return to the clubhouse.
What, me worry?
