Railway Lines: Railway Child - Read by David J Walker

If the pathways and parklands of my childhood could talk they would speak of time crawling before it could walk. And when clouds hung like mobiles on strings from the sky, to play meant exploring and pretending to fly. I would sit on a steep bank to look down on some track and watch trains pass there daily before then heading back. In that long, lost, hot summer when I never knew time I would scan the horizon through the haze on the line. The dots that grew bigger would soon thunder past - they were moments I lived for that flew by so fast. But as the clouds clouded over the magic had gone.. and as the last train rolled past me - I sensed time had moved on.