As a child, my parents often spoiled, buy different toys. But the favorite was one - a wooden machine, which I fashioned my grandfather. With it, I connected a lot of memories. It now stands at me on the shelf among books and recalls the happy days. She damaged wheel, scratched sides. But still, this machine - like a treasure, which I no matter what would not change.Grandfather for a long time are no longer with us, but I remember him vystrugival of logs box car of the future, drilled holes to hold them through the spokes of the wheel and fit. I did not bother to sit and watch the wooden piece outlines of future toys. It was a happy time.
