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Jun. 5th, 2024 11:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tiger_moranI just confirmed that one of my very earliest memories is of watching trains and that I didn't imagine this.
While researching trains and the old railways I remembered, being in a flat, not right high up but maybe two or three storeys up, looking out the window at the railway line below and watching the trains on it (British Rail trains! I remember the blue and yellow) for quite a while. I've never lived in a flat, nobody I know well has ever lived in a block of flats, so either it had to be the home of someone else I don't really know or I imagined this. I asked my parents about this now and they finally did remember this. It was a friend of my grandma's who apparently we called Auntie Kath who used to send me cards and presents when I was little; she lived in one of these flats and we did visit her once and there were trains on the railway below, going to the station nearby. But she died when I was only small so I would have been very young in this memory. It's nice to have it confirmed really, I did really like trains when I was little, and though the interest in them waned massively for most of the rest of my life (I think mostly because in those days it was almost impossible to actually find anything about diesel trains; I do remember wanting to know about diesels but there being very little in any of the library books about diesels, the children's books were largely only about steam trains and I guess nobody ever considered giving 'adult' books to a little kid then) it just took one random little event a few years back to trigger it again.
While researching trains and the old railways I remembered, being in a flat, not right high up but maybe two or three storeys up, looking out the window at the railway line below and watching the trains on it (British Rail trains! I remember the blue and yellow) for quite a while. I've never lived in a flat, nobody I know well has ever lived in a block of flats, so either it had to be the home of someone else I don't really know or I imagined this. I asked my parents about this now and they finally did remember this. It was a friend of my grandma's who apparently we called Auntie Kath who used to send me cards and presents when I was little; she lived in one of these flats and we did visit her once and there were trains on the railway below, going to the station nearby. But she died when I was only small so I would have been very young in this memory. It's nice to have it confirmed really, I did really like trains when I was little, and though the interest in them waned massively for most of the rest of my life (I think mostly because in those days it was almost impossible to actually find anything about diesel trains; I do remember wanting to know about diesels but there being very little in any of the library books about diesels, the children's books were largely only about steam trains and I guess nobody ever considered giving 'adult' books to a little kid then) it just took one random little event a few years back to trigger it again.
