I find it difficult to recall exactly when and where the first time I rode the train. There are two options, either it was a sleeper train to Zakopane, with my grandmother and grandfather at the age of 5 years, or at the seaside with my parents on vacation. Those were a university employee holiday in Jurata Jastarnia or train, and there it went under the windows. My father chased me because I ran the canteen in the room watched as the train goes ... Then I came up that I tell him that I was sitting on the potty and that he can not enter. I preferred this, but I stood at the window and waited for locomotive. It was probably even earlier than the holidays with my grandparents in Zakopane ... We drove a train to Hel. There sandal caught my train and were getting into [threw it] and my father jumped onto the tracks and ran over some guy in a row. My father showed him this and he left the shoe. Or remember that I was very scared to go across the tracks, when we went to a cafe for ice cream. "I had cried and my parents and they said I was insane and that it does not drive the whole time. I had to think that the train is like a streetcar. Even more did for me impression than the sea.
sleeping was going on holiday with their grandparents, it was off season, because almost all the time a balcony and the window was covered with a red flag on May 1. I mean, not only on the train home holiday of course. On the train I could not understand why our range is still a strange woman who sleeps with me. I thought that it is peace and that she must leave. The whole time I spoke about this to my grandmother, and finally the woman roared with laughter.
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