Growing up on Long Island, I took the train to New York City a bunch of times. While I was definitely a child of the burbs, I had the frequent opportunity to be a "city kid." My children are children of the burbs. We have a 1/4 acre lot, drive a mini van, car pool, and shop at big box stores. These poor children never "go to the city."
Well, day two staycation we are living on the edge. I loaded four kids in the car and drove 25 minutes to the nearest MARTA "train" station. Seriously, we drove to the train - - how suburban is that? Anyway, The five of us took the train 30 minutes to the airport. Yup, the end of the line. Besides it was lunch and they have a food court.
The best thing about the airport is the USO. There is a group of volunteers constantly on stand to cheer our soldiers in as they arrive to Atlanta. We even got to eat lunch with a solider. His name is Andrew, he is on his way to Seattle then on to a special operation he couldn't say anymore about. We will be praying for him as he goes on his way. What a special man to serve and protect my children - I am thankful for him and his colleagues.
We left Andrew and headed back to the train. A vivid crowd joined us. The ride home was full of valuable lessons on what words are good words and which are bad. My children learned why jail is a really bad place. W asked me "what is a baby's mama -- doesn't every baby have a mama?". They also learned that some opposing gang members do not get along. Fortunately this group only stayed on for 4 stops. We were then joined by a very talkative lawyer who handed me his business card if I was ever in an accident. Culture at its' best.
I think I will just finish "train day" with a cupcake and be glad that we don't live in NY.