My Family Train

“My Family Train”
What makes the journey of life important? When remembering life’s struggles and accomplishments, we grow and nurture ourselves and others. By finding, my higher power, life’s memories are forever sacred.
I am the first born child to my beloved mother and father. I also have two sets of wonderful grandparents, who love me dearly. The magic word of “spoiling” was an understatement in our family. Over the years, we have shared so many beautiful vacations, special family gatherings, and delightful holidays together. Throughout my life, a passion and love for trains has been a part of me. Although just recently I discovered the significant correlation between my life and trains.
I can remember my mother decorating our home for every special occasion and holidays, especially the Christmas holiday. The aroma of apples and cinnamon engulfed the majority of the rooms in our home, but when I walked near the kitchen, the smell of my mother’s delicious cooking would appear. This particular smell makes my mouth water. One of my favorites is her indulging, sweet and creamy chocolate fudge pie, topped with whipped cream.
My parents and I would walk the deep woods in search of a perfectly shaped Christmas tree. We finally made our decision after many diligent searches and long walks. We brought the tree home to apply the decorations. We added beautiful lights, shimmering icicles, and a variety of ornaments. Last but not least, the final touch of a small, red train was placed around it. This has been a family tradition, for as long as I can remember. The small, red train gives me a sense of happiness and security. I can remember falling asleep starring at our beautiful tree and listening to the sound of the trains blowing whistle.
The many adventures with my family on a variety of train rides are vividly with me now. I remember a simple passenger train ride