Some of my earliest memories as a child was watching my dad working on a huge model railway set that he built when I was only about 3 or 4. We had an entire ro

Some of my earliest memories as a child was watching my dad working on a huge model railway set that he built when I was only about 3 or 4. We had an entire room of a house dedicated to his train hobby. Strangely, when we moved house, my father never recreated the same thing in any of the other places we lived. It was almost as if he completely turned his back on that passion and hobby. I never thought about it until my 40th birthday when he presented me with some of the carriages and engines that he had saved even after we had emigrated to Australia (we had sold/burned/threw out most of our possessions for the move). I am sure those old Fleischmann models are worth a bit nowadays as collectors items, and when he gave them to me, it made me realise how much that hobby meant to him and how much he must have missed it for all those years that he couldn't go to his room and spend time with his trains.