One time I got one of those old electric race track sets. A lot like this:
I dont remember if that was the exact one. But I do remember it had a multiple levels in a tight circle like that.
Well, I woke up early. Went downstairs and found it already put together. So I started playing with it. Of course Santa Claus has put it together for me. But I was like 4 or 5 and couldnt conceive of slowing down around corners and my car kept flying off the track on those tight corners.
So what did my young ass do? Took it apart and made it a simple oval.
Okay. Not a huge deal, right?
Well, when my dad came out in the morning (and he was an early riser.) he wanted to play with it for me (because of course he put it together.) only to find I had taken it completely apart.
My mother used to laugh so hard telling that story. About how I ruined my dads Christmas with my gift.
