Train Tracks

Behind grandmas house there were some train tracks. There was a sandy clay loam on the side of the tracks with a cave like hole in it. My cousins and I would go back there and dig a little everyday. We got it pretty deep, enough so that we could crawl in out of sight. It was cooler in there than outside in the hot sun and just fun, another fort. Grandma didn't like us going back there, she was concerned it would cave-in on us and frankly I don't know why it didn't. It wasn't fancy, there were no braces like in the old coal mine movies. Sometimes we would catch a ride downtown to the "newway" burger joint. Those were some awesome burgers and the root beer couldn't be beat. After some lunch we would go over to the tracks by the brickyard. There were these air bags as big as waterbeds that would get thrown away after transporting the bricks on the train. One day we decided to take a few back to grandmas and fill them with water. We did, and we jumped off the front porch onto those things over and over. Pennies were always a treat, throw one on the tracks and then find it after the train rolled on by. We should have bought candy. Ah... engrams