For my first Christmas, my father got me a wonderful electric miniature scale train set. It is currently in it’s original box under my bead. My dad laid out a simple oblong track on a large sheet of plywood. Many times he told me of that Christmas eve night and then morning with my uncle and him getting much more fun out of it that I ever would. Somehow, I don’t think they ever dreamed of anything like this.
If you ever find yourself in Hamburg, I would imagine this would be a worth while stop.
