Trains don't fly and go 'nee-nor' – we all know that. Except that they do, if you open your mind to the possibility. Not in a strictly mechanical sense, or even in a deep metaphysical way, no. But when my son runs around the house with his wooden toy train high above his head shouting “nee-nor, nee-nor” he's having a much better time than he would if he just played with the train as it was designed to be played with – sitting on the floor, pushing it along the wooden track and resigning to a future as a trainspotter.
No doubt about it, his way is much more fun – and it made me wonder when we lose that ability to take something and use it as we want to, not as we think we should. I remember having my first motorised form of transport when I was 15. It was a 50cc Suzuki, and I used it pretty much as I had used push-bikes before...
