When I was a kid, my family took epic trips every summer. Sometimes those trips were by train. Once, we took a train all the way down the east coast, from Toronto to Miami, stopping in New York, DC, and so on. Another time we took the train across to Chicago and down to New Orleans.
We were not well off, so the sleeper car was somebody else's dream. I remember night falling and sitting in my seat trying to sleep. I can still remember the look and feel of that vinyl seat, what, more than thirty years later? I remember dozing off and waking up every time the train pulled into a station, because the whistle blew and the speed changes and the bustle as people boarded and disembarked. I remember sitting there watching lights streak past the window and wondering whether I might ever sleep again. I remember when we finally got to New Orleans, the euphoria of it, and I remember when I saw my first naked woman, when a starkers stripper ran into the street. I remember getting back on the train to come home and thinking, I'm not sure I'm going to survive 23 hours in this seat. I remember the pizza, in a wet cardboard box, I ate from the canteen for breakfast.
On the plus side, I remember all of those things, as clearly as though I am living them now, and it makes me think of my mum and dad and how hard they worked for us to see the world even though money was tight, and I could almost cry thinking about it.
Put me down on the "Do it" side of the ledger, please and thank you.