My son Curtis loves trains. Some of that he gets from me. When I was a toddler, I could see train tracks from outside the apartment and would always rush to watch the trains go by. I got a train set for Christmas that year, a train set that Curtis has also loved playing with. I think I passed this on both genetically and environmentally.
When I would watch those trains go by, I really wanted to ride on one. Sadly, this dream wouldn’t come true until I was nearly five. I wanted to spare Curtis this disappointment, so I’ve been plotting for weeks to find a time to take him on a train. Finally, it all came together last weekend. To prepare Curtis for the day, we found videos online of BART trains pulling into stations. Our plan was to take the train a few stops away, have lunch, and then ride home. By the time we were in the car, Curtis was bouncing in his car seat repeating “Train! Train!”. He saw a train go by as we drove over. “TRAIN!! TRAIN!!”. He was jumping with excitement when we got out of the car. “TRAIN!!!”