Something Clicks Inside
In September 1988, I had just turned thirteen years of age. At this point in my life, like most kids my age, I didn't really have any hobbies to speak of. I did normal thirteen year old things like ride my bike, play in the park or with Legos. Cartoons were still reserved for Saturday Mornings and Sundays were for having dinner at my Grand-Parents.
On such a Sunday in late September, we were having dinner, as usual, at my Grand-Parents. The only difference was that my godparents were visiting from Bathurst, New Brunswick. Over dinner, we had been invited up for a weekend visit. This was not out of the ordinary as my godfather, being an RCMP constable, meant that they moved around a fair bit. I was accustomed to getting in the car on weekends for drives to different parts of the province such as Shippigan, Saint-John, Grand-Falls, Carlisle in Quebec and now Bathurst.
A few days went by where I had not really thought about it. One evening, Dad came home from work and informed the us that we would be taking the train up to Bathurst for the weekend. I can't recall the reaction I gave at the time, but something clicked inside. The next thing I knew, I was directing all my spare time towards this idea of travelling by train. This did not go unnoticed by my Dad since he asked me to go with him to the train station to pick up the tickets.
On such a Sunday in late September, we were having dinner, as usual, at my Grand-Parents. The only difference was that my godparents were visiting from Bathurst, New Brunswick. Over dinner, we had been invited up for a weekend visit. This was not out of the ordinary as my godfather, being an RCMP constable, meant that they moved around a fair bit. I was accustomed to getting in the car on weekends for drives to different parts of the province such as Shippigan, Saint-John, Grand-Falls, Carlisle in Quebec and now Bathurst.
A few days went by where I had not really thought about it. One evening, Dad came home from work and informed the us that we would be taking the train up to Bathurst for the weekend. I can't recall the reaction I gave at the time, but something clicked inside. The next thing I knew, I was directing all my spare time towards this idea of travelling by train. This did not go unnoticed by my Dad since he asked me to go with him to the train station to pick up the tickets.
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