Sounds from my childhood......
Train rides to New Hampshire to visit Grandma and Grandpa on their farm, I loved it there. It was called "Blueberry Hill". And there were HORSES! I was in heaven!
One year, my brother and I traveled by train to Melbourne, Florida with my aunt and uncle. I remember the long, long train ride. And when we arrived, the heat and those awful sand spurs made the trip not a very pleasant one! My uncle was a carpenter and build houses down there. We only went once.
But looking back, I wish I could do it all over again!