The first time I traveled on a train I was in 1992, when I was 10 years old. I was traveling between Toronto and Vancouver with my family, we would stop at various locations to stay with friends-of-the-family. I remember that about half-way to Vancouver I met another boy the same age as I was on the train staying in a room several cars down, he was a Chinese-Canadian boy named Michael.  We traded micro machines; my micro-tank for his micro-Batmobile. I thought that it was a really good deal, and I still do. In fact I still have the micro-Batmobile tucked away someplace in a drawer at my house. I was so excited about the deal I had made with the boy that I felt that I had to hide my micro-Batmoblie from all of my family members. I barley played with it, just kept it clamped in my sweaty hands for the rest of the trip to Vancouver until I was back home again.