As soon as they heard the sound of it moving around the Christmas tree, all the sleepy children instantly brightened up to watch.  There is just something about it.  The way it moves, the way is sounds, the way it looks.

Sleeping over at our friends’ country house, I was awakened in the early morning hours by the sound of one in the distance.  I quickly sat up in bed, looked out the bay window, and waited to catch a glimpse of it.  I began to feel the rumble beneath me, then the sound of the whistle once again, but still no sight of it.  A few more seconds of anxious waiting.  Then…the billowing smoke came into sight as the train came racing down the tracks.

 trainThere is just something about trains…

Your turn to share:  Do you live near (or grow up living near) train tracks?