So I have only ridden on a train once when I was in eighth grade to Washington, DC. But since that’s a school trip, which is the blog topic in a couple of weeks, I’m tempted to save that story. However, that certainly had to be a crazy train trip. Or at least the chaperones were crazy. Can you imagine taking a bunch of eighth and ninth graders all the way to DC from FL to tour our nation’s capitol? I think there were about 15-20 of us kids and two chaperones. Two! I am completely blanking on my history teacher’s name, but I can still picture her and I remember that I liked and respected her a lot. The other chaperone was Mr. Christine (pronounced Chris-Stein, long i sound, not like a girl’s name). And Mr. Christine was pretty darned cool too. But I still think he and Ms. History-teacher’s-name-I-can’t-remember were pretty brave and awesome to deal with all of these junior high kids who had issues with staying in their hotel rooms because the hallway was so much more entertaining, especially when we all had this thing about buying water guns in DC.
Anyhow, we’d taken the train. It took a long time, but I really don’t remember much more about it other than we mostly slept on the way back. My only other train experience is at theme parks and zoos. It tends to be the sign of my laziness or exhaustion kicking in…particularly if I am dealing with an even more exhausted child. Ah, many summer days have seen me riding the train at Disney (usually catching it in Frontierland) and riding it back to the front of the park with a napping child in my lap, drool trickling down my arm and mixing with the sweat and sunscreen. Doesn’t that sound lovely?
Next week is automobiles. And since I just covered the entire eastern half of I-10 this past week, I’m pretty sure I’ll have a more entertaining automobile story for you.