It's like you said.. nostalgic, a memory and there's no need to care about what others think, the environment, it's just a train driving through the brain like all those model trains from the childhood the neighbour filled a huge room with.

Is it time to eat yet? Pelican or chicken or fish or just cheese with candles to make a wish (I couldn't think of one, how about you, the children?).

A small memory today grows into a big one, the one we remember till the end of days.

Thank you for being around and the beautiful poem.