Narrative Essay On Riding The Train

If you asked my parents, my first love was to be a “Choo-choo” train. My parents told me the story that each year on my birthday they would ask me, “What would you like to be when you grow up?” I would answer without hesitation, “A Choo-Choo train!” The Little Engine That Could was my favorite book before bedtime. I remember how excited it made me feel when “The Little Train” made it over the mountain. It wasn’t until discussing my upcoming Senior year and applying to Medical School, I realized, my parents had planted a seed of optimism and hard work, when they decided to read me The Little Engine That Could book at bedtime growing up.

behind me. If the lights of Chicago alone could affect me, I was curious how a

On October 6th, 2016 at around 3 p.m. I rode the number 1 train from Van Courtlandt Park in the Bronx to South Ferry in lower Manhattan. The ride lasted about an hour. Like stated earlier, this should’ve been just another ride I had to take on the subway, but to my surprise it was a different experience. Without the disturbance of music and my phone, my senses were focused on everything in my surroundings and with that, the things I’ve observed on my ride were fascinating. This essay will focus on the observations I’ve made about the different riders

About thirty to forty children rode these trains with only two to three adults. They were told that they were going out west, but the children really had no idea what that meant. Most of them had never been outside of New York.

It is the eighteenth century. American faces are dressed with age and exhaustion; they have learned to sleep with their eyes awake. The streets are crowded, the air smells of rusted metal, and the smoke from nearby factories can be felt in everyone's lungs. George Stephenson, a bearded, middle-aged man hears a faint, never-before heard, choo choo in the distance... in his mind. He is about to bring hope home to American families while changing the world with the first locomotive.

The train in Prevalence of Ritual represent time and freedom but it also depicts slavery, poverty, inequality, lack of education, division and under civilization in the African American community. Braeden wrote about Prevalence of Ritual “I use the train as a symbol of the other civilization, the white civilization and its encroachment upon the lives of the black. The train was always something that could take you away and could bring you where you were. And in little towns its black that live near the trains” (Pohl 515). Our book agrees with Bearden and stated that “musicians also use train to represent movement of time and space” (Pohl 515) and possibility of freedom that might not be achievable because of segregation, racism, police brutality, poverty, lack of equal access education, and inequality.

As the trains stops in downtown Toronto I can see lots of people walking on and off other trains, tall buildings, lots of cars, and the people all look so happy it just makes you feel happy inside. Now we have to walk to go to the subway and take the subway to the gym where the games are played. The subway in Canada are much cleaner and nicer than the American subways. As we walked down the concert stairs you could hear the train coming a mile away. As you see lights coming from around the corner you know it is close. As the train slowed down again you saw a lot of other people on the train.We walk onto a much longer train. On the inside it is warm and carpeted. Not many chairs but plenty of standing room. We have to wait three stops before we got off. Everytime the train stopped you could feel yourself leaning forward then jerking back. Also as the train turned you could see the whole train looked like it was being bent. As you walk up the concert stairs then walk onto the street and the sun hits your skin after being underground you feel

Traveling up to 60 miles per hour in a chain of iron boxes weighing several hundred tons altogether can make you feel quite small; and even smaller if you didn’t have any control of the destination. It was a tight fit in each train car due to the thirty to forty other orphans packed in together with two to three adults. There was a strain on all orphans involved in this program. The orphan trains were a bitterly imperative movement put in place to disperse the population, as well as put “future criminals” in what was supposed to be loving homes. (Web)

The Ride is the story of the heinous and gruesome murder of ten year old, Jeffrey Curley, a case that is familiar to many in the Massachusetts area. The book works its way from the grisly crime to the years afterward. It focuses on the family of Jeffrey, heavily weighted on the life of Cambridge Firefighter Bob Curley, Jeffrey’s father. Charles Jaynes and Salvatore Sicari, both from Jeffrey’s neighborhood were convicted of the murder. Within this essay I will demonstrate from The Ride the relationship between reporting and suffering that may have been brought on for the crime victims of this case, the relationship between the victim profiles and the victim family profiles, the role in which the family may have played in the

Nick fidgeted with his train ticket and bent the corners. He buttoned and unbuttoned his flannel shirt and he re-tied his shoelaces. He could now see the train slowing to a stop as it pulled into the station. It was big and loud. Nick couldn’t remember the last time he had been on a train. Nick stood up. He picked up his things.

When someone gets stopped by a train on their way to work, do they ever think about the people driving those trains? Michael Watkins is a RCL conductor for 40 years at Alton and Southern Railroad, station in the heart of East St. Louis, and he is the person who runs trains by remote control. This railway has a record of incidents that are both horrifying and tragic which Watkins has experienced as well as witnessed. We will find out just how dangerous these types of jobs are.

Mike liked to sit in the front of the train, because of two things, firstly because he felt “some sort of identification with the surge of power in the front” and then also because he could peek out of the front window. He wanted to stand up and look out of the window, but he could never seem to find any courage to do so. He speculated too much about what the others passengers might think of him, and the attention that position would draw. So he had to live with just glancing out of the window, from the corner of his eyes, every now and then.

When the rumble vibrated the walls of her home Amanda experienced a curious comfort in listening for the next scheduled train horn as it crept through the crooked tunnel, then the clang, clang as it drew closer to the bridge, she knew that all was well in her world if the train wasn't late.

The sounds of the city at night mix with the laughter of my friends. Taxis honking, subways rushing under your feet, and buses rumbling, all carrying their cargo of dead-tired, empty-minded passengers, following the daily routine until they reach their doorstep. For once, I 'm not one of them, not riding my train after a long day at school, brain set to automatic. Today, I am wide awake, soaring a thousand miles high.

Everybody is on or has been on a journey before. Being on a journey is very important because it gives you a goal or task that you want to accomplish. When you go on a journey you find is yourself through the experiences and obstacles that life throws at you. Throughout a journey, you are taught life lessons and have the capability of applying that new knowledge for the future for a better outcome. Sometimes, these life lessons challenge you and you ultimately succeed at the end. For the past 5 months, I have been on a journey as I have been learning a new instrument that I’ve always wanted to learn since I was a little kid. Being on this path has taught me many life lessons and how to stay focused on what really matters.