Chasing trains...just another one of the things that I do.
Tonight, dinner ended with me literally running out of a restaurant (weaving through tables), racing through a parking lot, grabbing a bag from my parents' van, throwing my arm over my head and locking the car behind me as I continued running (in flip flops)...all in the attempts of catching a train so that my friend could get home. We got to the tracks and the train was gone.
Perfect moment: While we stood, gasping for breath, looking down the tracks, hoping that maybe we were wrong...hoping that maybe we hadn't just missed the train; my 4-year old sister walked around the corner (with my dad) and informed us, "Hey, guys! That wasn't the right train!"
