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I used to think that the clinker and gravel you see between the rails and sleepers on the railway line was actually the "remains" of people having used the lavatories on the trains.
If you looked really hard out the train window while going through the tunnel under the river, you would be able to see the fish right up close...
When I was very young I remember my parents taking me on our first holiday abroad. It was to Italy, and as air travel was expensive then, we went on what was known as "the boat train". They led me to believe (or maybe it was my imagination!)that we took the train down to Dover where it was loaded on a boat and sailed to France- was them offloaded and continued it's journey.
I remember trying to work out how long this boat must have been!!!
i used to think that large trains worked by remote control, because i never saw the drivers. i also thought that subways didn't have tracks and could just slide along like worms in tunnels. growing up in country south australia, this belief lasted a long time, as i had never seen a subway until a trip to sydney when i was 9.
I used to believe that trains ran along the roofs of houses. I had yet to discover the concept of perspective.
i used to believe that all train tracks were electric. Told to me by my parents to stop me playing on them once.
i used to believe that.... when trains went over the Forth Rail Bridge in Edinburgh the would go up along the top and back down instead of through the middle.....if uve seen it ull know what i mean
There was this travel agency in my neighbourhood that was also selling train tickets. Actually, they had in their window this ad with the local train company's logo on it. As a little girl, I was really impressed by trains and was dying to get in one someday. So, my aunt told me one day, near the travel agency, that we would go there and take the train together. She must have forgotten telling me about buying tickets, because starting from that day, I believed that the train was passing in the agency building. I thought it was deep in the ground, near the subway station, and that we would have to go down a lot of stairs. It was a really big thing in my head, thinking that my little neighbourhood was big enough to have an underground train station. It took me awhile to realize that it would be impossible to have such a train station, espacially since there was one downtown... My mother laught when this year (I'm 23 now), I told her about this story.
My dad used to be a driver on the old steam trains
Whenever we were waiting at the level crossing gates my dad always told me which direction the train would be coming from, when I enquired how he was always right he said "I can smell em, I can smell em". Of course he was looking at the signals
I live near the Forth Rail Bridge which has supports that make it look like a Big Dipper roller coaster. When I was younger I used to believe the trains went up and down the humps like a roller coaster and always wondered why they never fell off. When I finally realised my misconception and told my dad, turns out he used to believe the same thing!
A long time ago I was told that the big brake wheel in the cab of the train was in fact a steering wheel and thought train drivers were pretty clever at keeping their trains on the narrow rails. Then one day I saw tube trains (that still has a big brake wheel) and thought their drivers were even cleverer at being able to steer their trains in the dark!
for a long time i thought that the only trains in the U.S. were the ones in the NYC subway line. the other trains would have been too outdated to outlast the 50s
When my sister & I were very young we were told by our Mum not to use train toilets when in a station, as the toilet spun round when the train wasnt moving!
Every time I went on the underground in London, I used to queue up to get a ticket inspector to let me through rather than use the automated gates, which I was terrified of. One day, aged about 13 and after many years of gate-avoidance, I was travelling with my father who got fed up waiting for me and finally asked why I couldn't use the ticket gates like normal people. I explained that if you didn't get the timing just right and run through at exactly the right time you would get cut in half. I'd been told that dozens of people got killed on the underground every year because the gates caught them, and I wasn't brave enough to risk it.
He was horrified by my gruesome childish beliefs. "But that's rubbish! They have sensors and things to stop you getting hurt - who put this nonsense in your head?". "Er - you did, dad." He had spun me this yarn when I was four and instantly forgotten it.
We didn't have trains where I grew up. I got a train set and it had a circular track. I wondered how anybody got anywhere if trains only went round in a circle. Then I discovered the world was round. Obvious wasn't it!
i used to think that in the subway there was a guy in front of the train steering the train around the tunnel, it made me wonder why they made the tunnels so narrow for him.
A wicked co-traveller once told me when i was 3 years old that a stopped train would start again if you put your hand out and waved. I tried it then and it worked. 10 years later, i realized what a sucker he was..
My grandparents used to live in the north side of the country so every time they visited they would take the train. My brother believed that EVERY train was "grandpa's train". He would seriously make my dad stop at the train station every day after school so that we could look at grandpa's train for hours!!!
my gran used to have a rail line at the bottom of her garden and i used to beleive that trains were wolves, my sister would tell me this then run and lock herself in the shed and leave me outside until the last moment, this added to the fear as i never saw that they weren't wolves.
I grew up in London, and when my sister was about 4 or 5 my mum said we were going to the underground and my sister cried because she thought we would never come up again.