Discipline was not a debatable issue when I was growing up. If it was a plausible consideration regardless of the situation it was administered without restraint, on the spot, no questions asked. The child had no voice in the matter. Now all parents didn’t necessarily adhere to the corporal punishment ideology, unfortunately for me mine did...

I don’t know what it is about a boy and trains but they have always been an interest to me. I guess somehow we see ourselves as an engineer or something and controlling all that rumbling steel traveling down those parallel tracks headed for some intriguing distant destination miles away.

When I was six years old a whole new phase of life began for little Sammy. Although the purpose was to gain an education and I’m sure that was a worthy endeavor in and of itself, I’m just not sure I initially placed this ultimate goal in life as utmost in my thinking at such a tender age. Oh, I had been taught to share and to try and get along with others before entering school, but now, all of a sudden I found myself alone, with no parental supervision. It was a whole new ballgame...