Trains-Planes and Automobiles
When I was just a little girl I use to take the train into town with my Nana to do some shopping. (Today we would call it Center City) I was probably around 4 or 5 years old. I remember this so vividly as if it was yesterday. I would put my best dress on, get up early on a Saturday and head down to Manayunk to catch the Ell into town. I remember getting off the train walking up a short flight of stairs and then taking an escalator down that led us outside. Although I don’t remember any of the shopping part I do remember getting on the train and sitting on it for the entire ride. It was exhilarating. I was close with my Nana up until she died and this was one of those memories that stays in the heart.
Since I’m cold, miserable and on the, I hate everything bandwagon, I might as well keep it going.
I HATE TRAINS…The other day I took the train to Atlantic City for a Pool and Spa convention. My boss and the other woman in the office were already there. I have never taken public transportation and I panic when I don’t know where I’m going. I had to ask where to purchase the ticket then I had to ask which train to get on then I had double check with a different person to make sure I was getting on the right train. I almost had to pretend that I was blind just so I can be escorted onto the train.
The anxiety seem to subside once I got on the train and sat down, until five seconds after the train started to move and the motion sickness set in. It was awful. I never felt this before in my life. I wasn’t sure if I was going to make it and if I did it would have to be with my head between my legs. As long as I was able to look out of the window and see distance I was fine. The motion sickness went up and down and I made it there in one piece. I don’t think that I’ll be taking the train any time soon.