When I was 10, my dad took me and the family to the Illinois Railway Museum. There's antique trains to ride, hot dogs to eat, and more antique trains to climb through.

They have these little metal stairs that people use to board the trains once they pull up to a stop. I was playing on one of them and managed to tip it over onto the tracks, with my legs caught between the steps. A train was coming, a silver Zephyr.

I screamed and wailed. Dad heard me and untangled me with over 30 seconds to spare.

To this day, I'm still skittish while waiting for a train. I stand far away from the platform's edge.

It's nice not to be afraid of heights, public speaking, or clowns like everyone else.
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