

My family lives in a four-story brownstone a few blocks away from some railroad tracks. It’s not exactly an upscale neighborhood, but it’s safe, and my wife and I have jobs that pay well enough to allow us to live in comfort. Our son just turned 6, and his train obsession grows stronger with the toot of each passing locomotive. He loves to stand a safe distance from the tracks and wave at the conductor.
We took a train across the country to visit my parents in Chicago, and my son was absolutely floored. He asked to see the various train compartments and showed a serious interest in the engine room as well. I selected a pedal train for his sixth birthday, and he wheels around the yard making train noises from the moment he gets home from school.