My dad introduced me and brother very young into trains. I vaguely remember being 3 yrs old going to see PRR 1223 on her last weekend running at Strasburg. I do however remember very well taking my finger and running it down the gold paint on the driver spokes and then attempting to give it a taste, much to my mom's pure horror. (Thanks dad for paying more attention to the fireman shoving coal)
Since then, I have pursued a career in railroading, now modeling O scale hi-rail trains, and also going to see and operate trains whenever the opportunity arrises.
My brother took to hosting railroad photo charters, and brings his two kids to Strasburg every chance he gets. They've even built their own little layout, and custom painted models for each member of our family.
I can't thank my dad enough for exposing us to something that has become such a critical and therapeutic part of my life. Not to mention, my way of life income wise. I'm 32 now, if the time ever comes that I have kids of my own, you better believe trains WILL be a part of the family.
