I also was a young boy. I was 12 years old in 1970. My dad had brought home a McIntosh receiver. I too was transfixed by the lights. But it was verboten for me to touch it despite the pleading to my dad.
I was so insistent that he finally relented and told me that if I plugged in the headphones first, then and only then, could I turn it on. I think he was afraid I was going to blow it up.
Upon relating this story to him decades later he told me that he first had a Dynacast kit he had put together and then a Fischer. But the Mac was his pride and joy.
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