When I was young, we played in the sand, inventing the games as we went along. We would take end pieces of 2x4, nail them together to form a truck, and make our own roads in the sand. It was the beginning of life long modeling.
I've fought in two wars.
Now, I'm old. I've worked hard to support my family with not much modeling in between.
Contrary to popular belief, modeling is not for the young. It's for everyone. It's a way to express ourselves when all you've ever seen is destruction.
I'm a new, old modeler. Have you heard that before. My model collection so far consists of one. A Mustang not very well built, but, good enough that I'm happy to add it to my collection of one. I'm even going to get a ribbon, because it was a campaign Mustang. I'm happy.
I'm proud to be a modeler. I struggle with my eye sight and with my grand daughter, who wants to be a modeler like me.
I'm sitting in front of a computer, it's raining and storming outside, my grand-daughter sleeps. Now is the time to glue some parts together.
I would like to live long enough, where I could build a nice WWI airplane, with rigging and all the fancy stuff. Much like Stephan or Terry. Perhaps one day!
My collection:
Where are you? Guy
