My dad really, really, really loves steam trains. If you took the amount of passion I have for every single person and thing I feel passionately about and combined it, it would amount to maybe 1/100th of the amount of passion my dad has for locomotives. I'm fairly certain he's physically and mentally incapable of focusing his attention on anything else for more than a few minutes at a time.

As such, most of my childhood was spent either inside a steam train, looking at a steam train, or being talked at about a steam train. I don’t think we ever took a family vacation that didn’t revolve around trains in some way.