Half banana:
What a delightful trip down memory lane, or, the railways of your mind! Sharing such enlivens my own sense of wonder, taking me back to the days of my own childhood when the Sunshine Express took a meandering path through deeply forested glens. The destination? The sunny shores of the Pacific Coast. Sunny, once the fog had lifted and remaining traces were burned off by a gradually strengthening sun.
Likewise, a friend had a description of the clickety-clack produced by the train: honey menoosh, honey menoosh, . . .
Funny how we get different visual and aural impressions from like experiences.
THANKS!