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What a day! I'm on my way. Taking me, see on my first train ride is my dad. I'm really glad. This is going to be fun. We are going to Providence, RI from Boston. We're not going far. We open the car door, We are going to explore. This is really neat. I see a row of seats.
I look out the window. With my eye, I can see all the things flying by.
The Amcafe, not a lot of money to pay. There's a place to get something to eat. This is really neat.
We have arrived my dad and I, at Providence, RI. Daddy, what's that? Son, that's a rat.
There's a man with a camera for video. What's he going to do? What's that all about? Let's find out
Home, we're on the way. What a day!
Through a window at the locomotive take a peek. My dad has lift me up so I can see, see?
In there, we would love to sneak. Can we go? No.
I hear the conductor call out our stop. Westwood, Route 128 It's really late.
We go in the overpass. See, this train came all the way from Washington DC. It's very long. It is still gong strong.
This train ride has been beyond good; great. This train ride was really fun. I hated for it to be done.
I lay in bed with the thoughts of the day playing in my head