Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

We had a wonderful day looking at and riding trains yesterday with our oldest and youngest and our two youngest grandchildren.  Everything was magic for them and therefore us.  We rode a steam train and saw big locomotives and went inside train cars like the dining car and the sleeping car and the mail car.  The little boys held hands at one point and it was so sweet.  I sent them home one with a birthday Thomas engine and car and the other with a Richard Scarry book that had a little engine and track you could push it on.  I think their dads and grandpa had almost as much fun, and my daughter, daughter-in-law and I enjoyed their enjoyment.  Though the history of it got to all of us.  I have fond memories of riding trains to visit relatives in the midwest and going with my best friend from Virginia to Fayetteville, North Carolina to stay with her grandmother and aunt.  It was a big adventure, and we dressed up and felt elegant and grown up.  I didn't ride in an airplane until I was in my early twenties.  And I've ridden trains all over Europe and India.  So I guess you'd have to say I'm a fan.