So… I bought this wooden train for J, my son, at an arts-and-crafts street fair in Dec, 1982. I was broke. It was my first Christmas divorced from his father. Buying this special gift for my son had great significance for me: I was buying it on my own, and it had substance; it was real... as in, not plastic, breakable, and fake
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