I had just given my son the first train engine that I had. (1948 Lionel Turbine). I told him I would carry it in from the car to the house very carefully for him. It just slipped out of my arms and dropped to the concrete driveway. I bent the cab and smashed the boiler front. I couldn't have felt much lower. It wasn't our best engine but had real meaning for me to pass it on. It is still alive with new boiler and straightened cab. My son is now expecting his first son. I hope he can give it to his son without dropping it like I did.
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