My father was big into plastic models and had a decent number of Tamiya boxes stacked in the garage, in addition to a Sand Scorcher and Blackfoot. When I was around 6 or 7, I got a World Engines Rock Buster (poor Grasshopper knockoff?) for my birthday. It ended up with more superglue holding bits together than functional car after a summer of bashing in our gravel driveway and I knew I had to save up for a car from a proper brand if I wanted it to last.
A few years later ('93?), the touring car craze was taking off and I purchased a BMW M3 on the TA-01 chassis with lawn mowing cash. My dad painted the body for me but I used at least two sets of Testors brush paints painstakingly detailing the included interior. My dad would roll his eyes when we took our cars out to race around the nearby school parking lot... after a draining a battery pack, I'd spend more time cleaning the body than prepping it for another run.