As a youngster I had no contact with railways, either model or real, apart from the very occasional very short journey, yet I have a fascination for both. How, why, or when this fascination began I have no idea. Nor do my parents as there is no railway family history, yet this fascination must have came from somewhere 'within'. I can't explain it otherwise.
Having recently reflected on certain other aspects of my life I have wondered if I lie somewhere within the autistic spectrum.