Kent Ninomiya
From before my son could walk or even speak he loved trains. He loved toy trains, train shows, trains he saw rolling down tracks. If it had wheels and rails he loved it. Of course he was obsessed with Thomas the Tank Engine and all his friends. We had all the trains and accessories and tracks and two train tables. He was so passionate about trains I was convinced it would become his life. I envisioned my boy as an engineer one day. Then his interest suddenly stopped. He stopped playing with his trains, he stopped watching Thomas, he stopped screaming with excitement every time he saw a train cross the road. I guess I need to accept that my boy is growing up and this is the first of many passions that he will abandon for others. He seems content and unscathed by his evolution. It is I who am shaken. I must accept that like trains, I wont be the center of my son's world someday.
Kent Ninomiya
From before my son could walk or even speak he loved trains. He loved toy trains, train shows, trains he saw rolling down tracks. If it had wheels and rails he loved it. Of course he was obsessed with Thomas the Tank Engine and all his friends. We had all the trains and accessories and tracks and two train tables. He was so passionate about trains I was convinced it would become his life. I envisioned my boy as an engineer one day. Then his interest suddenly stopped. He stopped playing with his trains, he stopped watching Thomas, he stopped screaming with excitement every time he saw a train cross the road. I guess I need to accept that my boy is growing up and this is the first of many passions that he will abandon for others. He seems content and unscathed by his evolution. It is I who am shaken. I must accept that like trains, I wont be the center of my son's world someday.
Kent Ninomiya
