At age 5, the railroad was a magical place, for you could hop on a carriage and travel to the remotest corners of the world.
And when the Choo-Choo went Toot-Toot, he would jump up and down clapping with glee.
When he was 7, he was all grown up. The Tooting no longer excited him. It was time for bullet trains and space travel. Why limit yourself to the earth when space is just waiting to be conquered.
By 12, he was too old to believe in magic and too young to believe in hope.
The old train was retired to the top most shelf and taken down occasionally to be dusted.
At 17, life finds him on the other side of the tracks. The train has meaning once more. The train takes him home.
In Response to Frank’s Tuesday Photo Challenge – RGB
The red, green and blue carriages of the Choo-Choo.