One of my fondest memories of my father was a train set he had in the attic. (Our attic was livable space). He had an 5′ x 25′ foot train track set up and we would run the trains for hours. In conjunction with this memory is my father taking our family to the Sacramento Train Museum when I was about 9. During spring break, we took a trip to California to visit some friends, and I took my wife, oldest daughter, and two sons to the same museum. It brought back a lot of memories, despite some exhibit changes.
Leave a Reply