I was 10. The plane was a Testors P-40 plastic RTF, .049 power
I couldn't believe my eyes, I never asked for or dreamed of getting such an impressive toy.
Dad was a P-47 pilot during the war, so it made perfect sense for him to take the first flight. Dad did a fine job, now it was my turn.
I managed to allow the plane to gain enough altitude right after takeoff to crash beyond repair.
20 years later while living in Auburn Washington I decided to atone for my past failure, so I took a trip down to the LHS. Harvey Wagner [the owner of Wagner's Hobbies] fixed me right up with a Goldberg Lil Wizard and a Cox Black Widow. Wagner's shop was an absolute treasure trove of goodies, as well stocked as any other hobby shop I've visited.