My son Nathaniel, now 11, had a thing for trains when he was little.
It was anything with wheels, basically, but trains had top priority. It
began innocently enough with some wooden Brio trains and a bit of
track. We now own miles of track and probably a hundred lead-laden
Thomas engines.
But riding ACTUAL trains was always way better
than anything he could play with, and on his birthday every year we'd
all take the commuter train to a stop not far away and have dinner.
It's what he wanted more than anything, even more than playing a
summertime game of "Ambulance Train" (don't ask, but it did involve
lots of running, falling, and scraped knees).
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