Dear friends, this image reminds me of one of the most beautiful moments of childhood, moments that neither time nor happenings can delete them. I remember how I traveled with my parents train, especially in winter, now 15-20 It was cold in the winter we went after bread once every 2 days 15 km by train at four o'clock in the morning, it froze our nose on the window:) An adventure that I will never forget was 17 years old at the time I was 5 years old. I was preparing for the holidays and my parents told me that Santa is old and has a white beard. In the morning I went to the station to pick up a packet sent by my grandmother, I got there my father was very concerned about the package and the Mr. who ran the locomotive, in the train was an old-eyed white beard .. I was the happiest one I thought was Santa, I got on the train and hid in the first platform, I went with the train 60 km until I was noticed by an old man who eventually brought me back home! Being a kid is a truth the adventure and just a child's soul can see little thing a real treasure!
