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Reticulating splines.

The runaway train.

Kids really do have it much, much easier these days. Take a quick stroll into a regular toy shop, and be confronted with the many new sights, sounds and colours; it makes you wonder how did you ever survive your years without a Tickle Me Elmo.

A toy shop, I think, is really quite a wonderful place; an alternate fantasy world that both the young and old can escape into.

Locked away somewhere – in a chilly meeting room with a whiteboard with barely any space left for more scribbles; dusty workshops that are filled to the brim with all kinds of items imaginable; and gleamingly-white laboratories where a mere stain might arouse suspicion and result in a frantic search for Dettol – are the people who, while tackling their tasks with military precision, are also fortunate enough to be reliving their fading childhood memories.

Knowledge transfer, bigger-better-faster, innovation – but there are some things that work best with minimalism.

Nothing pleases me more than this wooden train set – it is so deceptively plain, simple and small a toy, I cannot quite figure out how it can generate such generous amounts of fun and amusement.

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