What the **** was that crash?

We all have fond memories of how we began modeling. I'd like to share one of mine. I was about 10 years old, and I had gotten a B-52 Stratofortress model. It was as big as I was. My dad came up with this idea of hanging all of my planes from the ceiling using monofilament. But . . . he was a bad snorer, and my mom always kicked him out. He's wander into my room and get into the other twin bed. On this one particular night, let's say in the wee hours of the morning (2 AM-ish), I was awaken by this tremendously loud crash. I jumped out of bed! Oh no.....there she was in a million pieces all over the wooden floor. My poor big, pitiful plane. The culprit, my dad, with a big red mark on his forehead LOL

What's your favorite memory?

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