My earliest memory is watching a train with my grandpa. I used to be obsessed with trains and I loved watching them with him all the time. I am small, I think around the age of 3, and I'm sitting in the passenger seat of his boat-sized Buick with an ice cream cone from Page Dairy down the street. I think this memory sticks with me because we used to do it a lot.
I think my personality has probably changed since I was 3, but I still love trains and I'm still curious about stuff I see.
