I have more models than I could ever hope to build but they are all opened and fair game, except for one; a Monogram 1950 Ford Pickup.
I got hooked on models as a kid when my dad took me to a dirt track. There was a vendor there selling built-up model kits of the race cars. I thought they were so cool. I started building immediately. My first build was a mess, parts in the wrong place, pieces following off (especially the chrome parts), the usual stuff. I quickly became frustrated. My Dad didn’t have the time or patience for such things so my Mom stepped up. She helped me complete my first couple builds. She learned to identify parts by name, alternators, distributors, etc. She also learned, by reading the instructions (whoda thunk it) that you need to scrape the chrome plating from the gluing surface in order to allow the parts to bond. In spite of having eight kids she found the time to spend with me to teach me how to build.
Model kits where always a welcomed birthday or Christmas gift. She would buy them for me from time to time even after I became an adult. When she would give me a kit she would always say “Remember to scrape your chrome or it won’t stick.” The ’50 Ford was the last kit she ever gave me. I thought about building it, as a memorial to her but I just can’t bring myself to do it. I even bought a second kit, hoping I could build it and only made it though some of the engine assembly. Maybe someday I’ll finish the second kit but I don’t think I will ever build her kit.