And another find!

 

Memories are funny things. You can spend your whole life not remembering certain things, then "it so happens" that you run across something from your past.

Minding my own business in an antique store in Quebec City, I ran across this toy from my childhood.  I remember it so well, especially how the train cars would join together. I must have been 6 or 7 (1966 or 1967) when my parents gifted it to me.  I remember the puffs of smoke and the hours of fun I had with it.

How cool is that!