I grew up in a small town most don't even acknowledge it's on the map.
Big cities don't know we even exist
their question is where's that. As a little girl first hearing a frightening sound was a train. We lived so close to the tracks my first frightening experience made me think it was coming through the house. Seventeen steps and I'm standing in the middle of the tracks.
The rocks sparkled I don't know what made them do that the sparkle. It took me a while to build courage to see the train up close. Seeing it I had to, I'm so small and that bigo thang scares me. I remember I couldn't sleep until I knew that it passed without roaring through our house. Everybody in this town knew of the train living their entire life here.
After living in the what we call country it being quiet hardly any cars passed our house let alone a train.
After such a long time I realized it wouldn't come through the house I mean. And now I'm use to the sound it's kinda comforting kinda home like.
As I grew up I got to where I knew what time the North and South bound train would go through.
By now I am fascinated by trains then we got Amtrak coming...