I finally got my train up and running, after years of sitting in a broken-down box, season after season tucked away in an attic. I tried to get it working a couple of weeks ago. There engine would run, but the gears wouldn’t turn, so I dropped it off at a local train store to have it fixed.
Two weeks later, I’ve got a working model locomotive. The train itself is over thirty years old having initially belonged to my uncle, and I can remember putting it together with my dad twenty five years ago, so it has some sentimental value.
I like just sitting here and watching it go round and round. I’m not sure why, but trains are just cool.