When I was a preteen, I was given a plastic model of the U.S.S. Constitution, “Old Iron Side”. I spent months working in the predawn hours before leaving for school meticulously putting the ship together being careful to get every detail correct. Right down to the lines, flags, and cannon placement.
The very day that I finished her, my cousin Mark came to visit. He had admired my work, but when he donned his coat to leave, he knocked her off the shelf and she broke into a million little pieces. After that, I only built plastic model airplanes. I would meticulously put them together, then take them outside, put a lighted firecracker in them and throw them and watch them blow to smithereens.

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