I remember some kind of car and some small jet obtained in a 'Santa's Sack' drawing in Cub Scouts, age 5 or so -- I was 'officially' too young at the time, but since Mom was the den mother, I got to do all the stuff my 2-year-older brother got to do 'on the books.' Dad 'helped' with those...i e., probably actually enjoyed himself once my 5-second gnat's attention span flamed out.
First one I remember building by myself was Hawk's cool 1/48 F-104 in its 'Authenti-plated' release, with pre-chromed fuselage parts:
I remember it even gave you the option (which I of course took) of not gluing the seat assembly permanently, allowing the youthful modeler to recreate an 'exciting' feature of the earliest Starfighter prototypes: ejection through the floor of the cockpit, rather than through the canopy. [In my blissful ignorance, I quite 'rationally' assumed this meant the seat module was something akin to a jet-powered air bike. My plucky pilot would exit south...scoot around to do tac recon or some other useful service (while the very smart plane apparently carried on unattended...then rejoin his a/c to finish the mission. (Hey, it worked on Thunderbirds, didn't it?? )]
That shining bird provided reliable air cover for countless backyard 'green army man' battles. Sadly, however, the Starfighter's evil reputation as a 'widowmaker' held true: plane, pilot (and secret jet air bike) suffered a flameout on approach...and all were destroyed in a fiery crash into my sister's 'Barbie's Dream House.'
There is no 'I' in 'Hero,' gentlemen...
(...but not coincidentally, there are 2 in 'Idiot.' )