Oh to be a kid again!
I remember as a young boy the smell of our basement. It was a wonderful mixture of an old musty cellar and wood dust. There was my father, the incessant tinkerer, he could make something from nothing and it would generally turn out great. There was a workbench filled with tools and projects at all times and I spent a lot of time in that place. When dad suggested that we build a model railroad, I was in!
