The Great Tragedy of my childhood was this. It was tradition for the first grade field trip to be a train ride. On a real train. The ferocity of my anticipation was hitherto unknown to my six year old heart, and perhaps unsurpassed since. My soul shivered in uncontainable seizures of excitement, and every day closer seemed to send it farther
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