Train. It is the first sight that has stuck in my memory. I am about three years old. It is a sunny day outside, and I am on a train. The rays of the sun are sneaking through the window and making the railway wagon bright. People are surprisingly quiet, and the only sounds I can hear are the heavy iron wheels that create this calming sound... I have a feeling that my life has begun. It is the first memory in my life, my source of admiration and love towards these heavy and powerful machines.