I'm trying hard to remember my first ever kit, and guess what? I can't.
I can remember unpainted aircraft complete with glue thumbprints and decals applied hanging from my bedroom ceiling (well, my half, I shared with my brother - oddly, he never got into modelling), and my first (pretty disastrous) experiences with Airfix paint when it came in little long glass jars with the main colour settled at the bottom. And parading hundreds of little soldiers from the kitchen, across the hallway to the living room. Then there was the saturday morning trip to the model shop and back to my grandmother's, where I'd commandeer her kitchen table, knock up a kit and she'd display it along with all the rest, with the pride only grandmothers possess. All along her shelves. I wonder whatever happened to them all - I guess I'm not the only one wondering that.
Oh, well - back to work for three nights. Back soon with more tank-tastic advenures in miniature.