There are lots of things that people experience for the first time. A great experience remains in their mind for a long time. I have lots of wonderful memories. I can still recall my first train ride, although it happened more than 15 years ago. I can clearly recall how carefully I was getting prepared to my first five-hour long trip on the train. It was in the summer of 1985, on one nice breezy day. I spent a week at my grandparent's home in Sebring, Florida, and now I had to return home. My train-riding outfit was chosen carefully: a simple white dress, a pair of gloves, a braided straw hat, and a thick red sash. While my grandfather’s Cadillac was taking me away, I tried to imagine my first train ride. At the station, I gave my grandparents a goodbye kiss. I really felt like Audrey Hepburn while going towards the train platform.
I pushed the heavy glass doors and stepped outside. Right away I sensed cigar smoke and the smell of rolling steam. There were many anxious men and women. I stood elegantly on the platform.
Soon I could see in the distance smoke puffing shapes up into the sky, and the people around me started to gather their umbrellas, briefcases, and other belongings. Now that was time to board the train, find a seat and start that exciting trip. I heard "All Aboard" and my heartbeat quickened. I approached the doorway that had three steps about 18 inches high each. I had to lift the hem of my dress so that I could reach each step.
I was very surprised to see a diner-type seating area inside the train. Large tables and seats covered in velvet material looked beautifully. The window at each table was large and reached the top of the train.
I chose my seat and started enjoying the high level of comfort. The designer obviously did a fantastic job. The train lurched forward for several times and then smoothly rolled out. I was looking forward to the ride, having some meal on the train and reunion with Zach, my fiance. I enjoyed the exceptional view from the window, focusing my attention mainly on the far-away view. I really enjoyed the look of beautiful pastures and flowers.
As I felt hunger, I decided to check out the shoebox filled with homemade foods that my grandmother prepared for me. There was buttermilk fried chicken, German-mustard potato salad, two warm oatmeal cookies and a thermos with the ice-cold lemonade. I ate all of it. Soon I felt that the train started to move slower, and then a deep voice announced that we arrived at the Jacksonville station.
Zach met me at the station and helped me to come down. That really was an unforgettable experience for me!
There are lots of things that people experience for the first time. A great experience remains in their mind for a long time. I have lots of wonderful memories. I can still recall my first train ride, although it happened more than 15 years ago. I can clearly recall how carefully I was getting prepared to my first five-hour long trip on the train.