We graduated from trains to planes. Or, more accurately, an aircraft carrier that had several planes aboard, and a couple helicopters as well. Also the Apollo 12 module.
The American likes these things because her parents served in the U.S. Navy.
Letting the boy stand by the weapons . . . There's fine parenting for you. (Yes, John, I know they were all locked, but still.)
No pictures of us, mind. Nowhere to display us, thank God; she wasn't allowed to touch anything. If only that were always the case.