Kid pictures are, of course, the last refuge of the scoundrel. I count Medieval Lego men, Prince August homecasts and possibly some Britains knights in there somewhere. The siege tower is long gone, handed on to younger cousins, but the fort remains on top of the shelf in the War Room.
Seems silly really, how at the ripe old age of seven or eight, I cracked the complexities of siege games - something which has resolutely eluded me nearly thirty years on. A testament to the virtues of simplicity I suppose.