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  • I've always been fascinated by trains. When I'm on a train, I feel like I could go anywhere. When I was in Munich, I rode my first train. I was 14 and on vacation. There was only one of us that spoke German. I was not that one,
    I was the only one, however that recognized the train # that would take us back to our B&B somewhere near Dachau.
    I knew it so well, that when I saw it I climbed on and yelled "come on guys".
    They paused as they knew I could not be correct. They paused, long enough for the doors to close. They watched.... as I rolled across Germany, german-less, by myself.
    I was young and stupid. I was brave and naive. Sometimes, that's what you need to face life in the end.
    ..... But I've always had a good since of direction.......
    If my child did the same thing, I would have a heart-attack.
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